Balancing Act

Moving on, ain't no traveling back
Designed as precise as I can and exact
So every rhyme that I lay on a track
Depicts a particular balancing act
Cash assets and the toll that they're taking
As a matter of course in the making
And the time they subtract from the act of creating
A world of our divine shaping
Choose the role of consumer
Or hold true to toil for the art
And the heart that enfolds you
You can say that I phrase it
In stark contrast for dramatic effect
But I'm long past the point
Where I take your wack projections
You know damn well your own reflection
Is present and accounted for and the sound's hardcore
It's a tour de force, can't be found in stores
Gonna pound the floor a step at a time
Keep chipping away, got a mountain to climb
Heartache becomes anger
Wants to fight to take control of the mic
And take its time in the light
De-focus to hexes in Bokeh
Won't hang back to hear what the soul say
Now that's what I call a battle rhyme
Wack emcees better practice their pantomime
Slice and dice mics with knife blades
Hold em aloft, admire the light play
Turn on a dime, search for the right phrase
Further along the day on the highway
Super Soul and the vanishing point
Roll up an album like I'm passing a joint
And if you dig it then connect to your friends
Cause I ain't trying to wind up in dead ends

Flame on the skillet and it's burning blue
Times is ill, but I still got work to do
You get the point like a spear tip
Y'all hear this, the groove game is straight peerless
Late afternoon, still riding
Another ribbon of road to the horizon
All y'all flyweights, get some rest
Y'all can't gyrate to heavyweight flex
Won't click through when I'm sending these links
Passing up water for energy drinks
Lace up the themes like a novelist does
Grace the six string with the Monolith Fuzz
Through this, move this selection
Keep the bass live, acoustic reflections
Make headway through the red clay, terracotta
Press play, sonic inamorata
Dancing smoke in light of late day
Hit the gas and pass through the gateway
See the cracked earth, it's sun baked now
Imagine that thirst, I wanna break ground
Sow seeds of peace and I wonder
Did Coltrane learn to summon the thunder?
On my mind like Diamond beats, time and heat
Sniff 'n the Tears, "Driver's Seat"
A hybrid strain, repeated refrain
Bringing the rain to Kapiti Plain
A boundless rhyme to sound the cry
Demanding water from the cloudless sky
When I send songs, here and then gone
Let your head nod, you know the blend's on
In the head role, getting set so
All that's left is just to let go