Interlude 03 Lyrics - Clipping

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah 

Yeah, here we go 

What if everything was at the wrong time? 

Lying, the wrong space, and songs rhyme 

To meter out the distance back to the stream 

With kings and queens and every hiccup in between 

Was dreams and all the blood and death would mean something 

With another eye open and fists raised 

Just a greeting or phrase 

A meeting of retired militants, the war-torn regions 

Only known for killing only beautiful black 

Sit in the pyramids, me and Imhotep are homies 

Sense of loneliness the price of paying for a new beginning 

I got a pocket full of stars 

Flyin' up to Mars 

You inhibit a world where hue is not a death sentence 

So drop the message, already open for suggestion, whatever 

Get at me, my brothers, my sisters, get at me 

I love you