Sixo - Life Check (One Two, One Two) lyrics

[Intro] Life check, one two, one two (x4) [Verse 1] In the beginning there was me, eyes barely open They say that life's a stage, the doctor handed the program Screams were the soundtrack, sans piano like "no, Sam" Chocolate midwife held me, humming a slow jam (huh) I think that's why babies are born with soul, man Gift from the mother and father, twixt the son and the daughter Fixed by cells that are martyred (martyred) Riding fluorescent coat tails out of the hospital While my brother sung, sister's feeling grateful for the life that's right beside her Even if she doesn't understand Even if she doesn't understand Damn [Hook] Life check, one two one two (x3) Life, check it out, it's like Y'all thought I was about to go off, right? Nope! It's like this and like that (x6) Check it out, for real [Verse 2] In the beginning there was heat, nothing resembled emotion A vast cosmic ocean of primordial soup Dipping a quill in black ink to finish the blueprint Lighthouse perched atop God's working table 2 weeks spent tweaking the moonlight so it was just right Created coffee bean just so she could stay awake at night Time to pour another one (cup flowth over) Deadline is racing (confidence is lowered) Pre-history architect with seven billion mouths to feed Boss is worried, hurriedly popping all of the mountain seeds Writing by halo light (these things ain't tipping right) Moving around so much you'd think God was a gypsy Black hole eyes scanning, all attention demanded Plot code flowing out of her fingers like David Mamet Running out of time with an approaching finish line Until she dropped a hand grenade and started the Big Bang [Channel] This island's one big mess You can call me a nihilist I'm pretty sure God settled for us (x4) [Verse 3] In the middle there was she, eyes drooping from exhaustion #2 yellow, throwing pillows at the problem Another batch of homework, gotta run home first See, little girl was taught that life was an obstacle course Running from A to B and one day she'll finally make it Diploma, aroma of success to be the best yet Bed rest is meant for those who don't know when to stop Running the plot, tending the crops, knows that she's grinding hard on the block Tell her to stop, no she will not, designing her own funeral plot Little does she know she's reaching the end of Act 2 Will she lose? "Lost" is an unapplicable concept A construct, she's washed up, no longer the tall one No life gangster, she's living in false hoods Pocket full of paper but soul's drowning in all "shoulds" Shoulda, coulda, woulda Willy Wonka eat the Budda with the ruler Measure what's left of life before she's gone like [Hook] This is the life check (x3) One two, one two, what is this? (x4) [Channel] d**h ain't all that bad, man, nah, d**h ain't all that bad (x4) [Verse 4] At the end I felt calm, coffin warm and inviting Mirror reflection of lost intentions are within sighting Done fighting, no longer crying, it's so exciting Lighting the fire, finally find the mighty Poseidon Flying, might I ask to Zeus to borrow some lightening? Sighting the flyer nightly, sign me brightly a Titan They dropped me underground, blindly hugging a mic stand Alone, silently rapping, silently rapping like [Outro] This is the life check (x3) Life check, one two, what is this?