[Siah] Wind blows in the intro, frontin' like I did it But them elemental forces blessed me with possession Fraction of my physical action is a tenth Nine consist of soul but I'm (down by far) The span of my arms does not constitute my reach That's the sideways A, of the Y's a few feet Vertical is 5'4", giving you the two-dimensional Third is the depth that's incomprehensible Fourth is the time that binds space Situated in the mind with the rhyme race Like speed I feed the rhythm ill thoughts Without a hook and it still gets caught I scale walls like fish Bringin' the mix from across the river Styx For decipherin' like the matrix In the annals of rap, I want the dog-eared page Nothin' less than that, plus a whole lot more And it's hard livin' by the mental intersection Where writer's block is sorta like gridlock, yeah But my connection with the Earth is finite So 'til my body's terminated I'ma always rhyme tight It's like that
[Chorus] Gravity, achin' like a cavity Takin' its toll, but not controllin' my soul Gravity, aches like a cavity Takes its toll, but not controllin' my soul
[Yeshua] Listen and remember, MCs who render empty compositions tender Stop rappin' like Christians at the end of December Called up science to make a deal Permittin' my defiance at gravity in hip hop Let's form an alliance, keep me rappin' avidly And you'll be proud guaranteed if you'll only let my shit drop He bargained, demanded me to never harden Spittin' the intellecular but be the regular I beg your pardon I got a call, on the other line I reckon your time is precious, so I'll only be a second With that, I hit that button, it was life But she's a bitch, so I switch back Nothing but an interruption Let's get back to our discussion, is it on? He said "bet" and then voices exit Since then I rip a rhyme without hesitation As if I had wings or better Doing back flips on tightropes it's phat shit that I wrote And on practice I hang on the factors that I float Let go, and get so high like my icon be Ready to check for I.D. to flow beyond me My jaw, oozin' raw rhymes being direct cause Of Newton's Law losing meaning If there was a chance of history havin' me grapple the apple We wouldn't overstand gravity
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[Siah] Trapped on this planet, I didn't plan it Stuck to the granite, my shells finite But the light's infinite, looks right into it I intuit links like sausages Kinks in my brain, keeping me sane On a jet plane, or on ethereal planes Reach the ladder by a former rhyme rope ladder Climbin' and creatin', rung by line But an unseen force, plots my course Down I'm forced to the ground I slip And the rhyme rope rips, fingertips are cut Hands get burnt and I retreat to the hut You see blisters, turn a boy into a mister But gravity aches like a cavity Takes its toll, but not controllin' my soul I hold a hole in my soul to keep it warm in the cold And in the cold, my winter breath forms words Literally you see me speak in three dimensional verbs Intentional swerves, not conventional blurbs I got forty foes, and roll with forty thieves Takin' beats and breaks and when the Lord Jesus son And even it come we take flight in the night With the iron fist, with the iron fist Defying scientists, yeah
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Gravity, gradually, achin' like a cavity