WITNESS (feat. Blu) (Explicit)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The almighty declaim

Witness this mystic with flow so cryptic

Unravel riddles like a hieroglyphic

Scripts, it's prolific

In the shadows with a brother schema and dream

Craft and plot thicker than bloodlines and cream

From the gutter to the summit

Verbal artillery decoding the matrix

Microphone fiend with a feverish gleam

Lines weave through time like threads in a dream

Yeah

Invisible cloak like a ghost in the mist

With every twist of the wrist the universe shifts

Yeah

Conjuring spells with syllables of lyrical alchemists

The immortal lava leaving foes singed in bliss

Unseen but ever present like dark matter

In a lab cooking rhymes like a mad hatter

Yeah

Surreal and abstract in the void of space

Mars hit with precision, no margin for no waste

Yeah

Yeah, I've seen, I've seen chairs and rafters out there

Undercover sage in a city of sound

Where the cipher so profound it'll leave you spellbound

The cipher, the essence, the quintessence of flow

Each verse a puzzle piece in a city we sewed

A lot of enigma, the infinite schemes

In the realm of the unseen where reality gleams

Through the looking glass where the shadows dance

A poetic trance in this chaotic expanse

Smoke to the roach, clip **** ****

Floating across the ocean, I can't believe that I wrote this

Motion picture poetry, spoken broken like omens

An omen to the old, make omen open off that old ****

Omega, mega, monoliths, minor magneto lifting it

Lifted off the lyrics, literature, licholate lyricists

Living this best life lyrically

In vision, my vision's vividly, visibly

Omnipotent, poetics, killing kings

Things seem so real in the realm

In a world where a lesson is as precious as a girl's hair

Care, we dare to compare flair

Leave a message for future generations to make changes we do not hear

Smoke to the roach, dope and ode to the old souls

Wrote enough scrolls to cover the globe

A hundredfold the flow, so oceanic the whole planet I hold the host

Hand me the show, I'll show you up without a no-show

The show out the poet, let it in, pour out the dough out the whole house

Yo ho

But this ain't a whole house, no doubt

Still you can't feed a closed mouth

Got paid, then I broke out

Got laid, then I broke vows with my old spouse

Got twenty albums in your girl's top twenty albums

Your **** don't count

I've been sold out since I first let that soul out

You still got a closed mouth

My grill got a gold grill, still I peel the chrome out

Bang, not a bang, flag bang

But the whole gang rock the gang rag

And I aim that thing so no one aims back

From way, way back to the 8-track days

I rock the gang back to straight wax

Playing on they relax like that

Oh

B.L

D.C.L

That's Blue and Declaim, my nigga