[Intro:]
Straight up man... I'd be a fool if I was thinking that the Gods were not at work
(I rep the Sky City Crew)
I know the stars are aligned every night
I know everything is perfect
You just gotta go into stuff with good intentions, yo
(Freddie Joachim, Textual Harassment, Son Of Ran...)
[Hook:]
No, I don't want a single second wasted on this planet's last motherland
Taught the Son to understand it's worse
And flirt with many destinies
We get to see that jealousy disturbed part of my sole purpose
Who let the Son Of Ran emerge above the surfaces of Babylon?
Brief soul traveling
Serpents get your Bible on, dithering and dabble
With [survival of the Elle?] hell's the belly of the hype beast
Holler at your local Christ [clientelle-y, dime please?]
[Verse 1:]
Please, my very lifespan - it's spreading out its wings
Tonight I thank Saturn for its rings
And [Chatty?] for the green which could still magically unravel scenery
Tragic ain't exactly what it seems
But just imagine what it means for us to finally grasp and acknowledge
What the Gods did before they relaxed on first Sabbath
Hands clasp only to sculpt the vast landscape
And shaping it 'til what I felt was worth it
Who said it wasn't perfect?
I love you, which is what you misinterpret
See that's all I'm trying to teach the non-observant
Yeah, we're searching for the courage in ourselves just like everybody else
With the scramble as a day to day occurrence
Can't tamper with the science, I camp below the night sky alignment
With Orion's Belt-buckle styles, recognize flyness
Designated pilot try to check me for the license
As I elevate environment for me and mine
[Hook:]
No, I don't want a single second wasted on this planet's last motherland
Taught the Son to understand it's worse
And flirt with many destinies
We get to see that jealousy disturbed part of my sole purpose
I let the Son Of Ran emerge above the surfaces of Babylon
Brief soul traveling
Cities get your science on, dithering and dabble
With [survival of the Elle?] hell's the belly of the hype beast
Holler at your local Christ [clientelle-y, type please?]
[Verse 2:]
I ski across Sky City with ease
But like to stick to my side of the trees
Blaze one to the brains
Today I gotta thank the sun for its rays
My baby daughter just for staying awake
To chop it up with your pops
And took a walk to study some of them stars
We at the river like what up with the 'flops
Aiming straight for the heart
Forgetting fame because that's my favorite part
The son of mantis who pray in the dark
Now just imagine how it feels to unofficially spark the Renaissance
Like the Gods did before they departed the next morning
With fluorescent orange elephant prints to go to war in
I ran with a message and lesson to spread for 'em
Yes, who could've guessed forgiving our trespassers
Would help us navigate and progress the fresh chapters?
Catch us with our enemies breaking the bread after
We ain't taking credit, all I said is, man...
[Hook]
(Chorus repeats while fading...)
Straight up man... I'd be a fool if I was thinking that the Gods were not at work
(I rep the Sky City Crew)
I know the stars are aligned every night
I know everything is perfect
You just gotta go into stuff with good intentions, yo
(Freddie Joachim, Textual Harassment, Son Of Ran...)
[Hook:]
No, I don't want a single second wasted on this planet's last motherland
Taught the Son to understand it's worse
And flirt with many destinies
We get to see that jealousy disturbed part of my sole purpose
Who let the Son Of Ran emerge above the surfaces of Babylon?
Brief soul traveling
Serpents get your Bible on, dithering and dabble
With [survival of the Elle?] hell's the belly of the hype beast
Holler at your local Christ [clientelle-y, dime please?]
[Verse 1:]
Please, my very lifespan - it's spreading out its wings
Tonight I thank Saturn for its rings
And [Chatty?] for the green which could still magically unravel scenery
Tragic ain't exactly what it seems
But just imagine what it means for us to finally grasp and acknowledge
What the Gods did before they relaxed on first Sabbath
Hands clasp only to sculpt the vast landscape
And shaping it 'til what I felt was worth it
Who said it wasn't perfect?
I love you, which is what you misinterpret
See that's all I'm trying to teach the non-observant
Yeah, we're searching for the courage in ourselves just like everybody else
With the scramble as a day to day occurrence
Can't tamper with the science, I camp below the night sky alignment
With Orion's Belt-buckle styles, recognize flyness
Designated pilot try to check me for the license
As I elevate environment for me and mine
[Hook:]
No, I don't want a single second wasted on this planet's last motherland
Taught the Son to understand it's worse
And flirt with many destinies
We get to see that jealousy disturbed part of my sole purpose
I let the Son Of Ran emerge above the surfaces of Babylon
Brief soul traveling
Cities get your science on, dithering and dabble
With [survival of the Elle?] hell's the belly of the hype beast
Holler at your local Christ [clientelle-y, type please?]
[Verse 2:]
I ski across Sky City with ease
But like to stick to my side of the trees
Blaze one to the brains
Today I gotta thank the sun for its rays
My baby daughter just for staying awake
To chop it up with your pops
And took a walk to study some of them stars
We at the river like what up with the 'flops
Aiming straight for the heart
Forgetting fame because that's my favorite part
The son of mantis who pray in the dark
Now just imagine how it feels to unofficially spark the Renaissance
Like the Gods did before they departed the next morning
With fluorescent orange elephant prints to go to war in
I ran with a message and lesson to spread for 'em
Yes, who could've guessed forgiving our trespassers
Would help us navigate and progress the fresh chapters?
Catch us with our enemies breaking the bread after
We ain't taking credit, all I said is, man...
[Hook]
(Chorus repeats while fading...)
( Son of Ran )
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