this*is*the*ANODOS (feat. Mr. Brxwne)

The ANODOS
It's Greek for 'the way up'
The word anode, that's where we got it from
So this, this is the way up, the ANODOS
Excuse my Greek accent but

I'm mad impatient
I'm well aware that my list of results are vacant
I'll make it
So I start rapping like Kendrick
I've been eating the, "hold a second," success' what I'm craving
So I start spitting like Cole with Cole beats in my matrix
And while keeping the flow I get cold feet when I'm naked
(I got no socks on)
Walking on ice and leap to the basin
Filled with cubed water frozen up to my knees in relation
To the height of the bucket
I must confess what I'm thinking
I must condense ways of thinking
When people make statements I feel I must contest what they're thinking
Wish I could turn it off, I've never heard of best days while thinking
And by this rhyme scheme you can tell I can't switch what I'm thinking
So I'll be upside down until my brain is sitting there sinking
If blood and water got oxygen why's it difficult breathing
It's these faulty collections methods, ways the molecules linking
Locking the compounds, the combine sucks
I mean

(Way up, way up)
You can still fall
(Way up, way up)
This isn't final but
As long as I fall I always know that there will be an ANODOS available for me
(Way up, way up)
And even if I can't climb it
(Way up, way up)
Someone can always carry me you know
It's just, it's the ANODOS

My left arm's off the ground, my upside's down
I flip my upside down until my right side's up
I'm bringing low the hills and high tides
And making valleys high
And riding on the wings of all of the eagles thrown the time I ducked
My timeline
I'm just both sides of an opposite issue
With plausible arguments, arduous, and widely official
Idle is potential, bringing it forth
So this time I'll be fine if I look in the mirror and say I pick you
I'd rather fire bullets before I'm catching a missile
My firearm is eloquent, not a word it'll misuse
My tongue
And I'm never gon' let it fit through
The corners that everybody's trying to jimmy into
(Its THE Dread-Headed Bandit)
The Bandit
The mind is a factor, the heart is central
If candid, or blurry distorted by all these pixels
My vision clear until I took a peek inside the crystal
Warped in every direction, indefinite, catch a visual
So effs to the mirror and the window
(Effs to it all)
Don't ask me if I know what I'm doing because I still don't
But know I got some wide open space around me to fill closed
My inclination's an incline as far as the hill goes
(The Bandit)
It's THE Dread-Headed Bandit
(Coming through from the)
Coming through from the other side

Rain coming down like the moments I keep forgetting
The moment I take a step back and only just reminiscing
My eyelids are visors, slightly transparent, dividing vision
So when I mention my name I'd advise you not to forget it