Back at the Ranch

[Verse 1: Crescent Moon]
Yo, I'ma break down the rhymes like enzymes in the compost
I'm on so I hope you're inside wearing ponchos
I'm tearing tonsils every morning like Alonso
I got a lot so I'll be blaring like a rock show
Just give me my outer space for rare modules
It's the air molecules and my hair follicles in my bare nostrils
So I gotta beware and keep my mouth closed
When you start playing your tape, you got me waiting for the outro
Sitting patiently for the storm to pass by
Glassy eyed, no, don't ask me why, bro, I'd have to lie
I pacified the gap inside my soul with holes that's only getting bigger
Figure out what if I could? The wood's giving me slivers
We shook your emotions like hitmen in therapy
Equipment can barely get with this sincerity
There would be a reaction if you grabbed the mic
No hands would be clapping, then on comes the hollow lights

[Verse 2: Advizer]
Yo I'm making that move, gonna hit the trail
All my friends work at fast food so I'll be eating well
Bout to run away, gonna stay on my own
I can make a home out of sticks, clay, and stones
Living with potatoes and turnips, a permanent hermit
Digging in payphones and begging from those who earn it
Determined working is useless
Cuz I can make bills selling my bootlegs to all the true heads
I can purchase the necessities: milk, Bisquick, and Crisco
Or I can take it to mystic and risk it on bingo
I could spend my last nickel trying to push my first single
Pimp hoes pump up for info, developed a syndrome
Die with lymph nodes the size of tennis balls
When they find my skull, they wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole or tentacles
Before that day comes, I'ma make em proud
Memorize my lines and I'ma say em loud

[Verse 3: Crescent Moon]
I guess I have to take a chance in order to advance
Eliminate the can'ts, change em to "Hell yeah, I can"
I can tell that my mans got a plan for us to coordinate, cooperate
Maybe we got what it takes to drop a tape
We don't gotta wait, let's push em state to state
Dump em by the crates, sell em to pedestrians face to face
No one will take my case, no one will take the weight
No one can take the bait, nah, no one can take my place
No one could take the cake, just the frosting on top
I'm so fucking phat, I got drawstrings on my socks
I could walk on thin lines, I'll walk on thin air
I'll walk on enzymes and rhyme in the shower til dinnertime
Not by my chin hairs would men dare to mess with us
Or else they'll be riding the special bus with the vegetables
So when they see Cres Moon and Advize
All the bad guys start calling for cab rides

[Verse 4: Advizer]
My pockets ain't as deep as my thoughts is
So I'm living cheap til I can take a few my best friend's girlfriend's hostage
(No one could go a night without pussy, right?)
Next time you answer, be a man and look me in the eye
Hook, line, and sinker baited it, took my time, finger waited it
From my foot to my fingers, felt the sensation when
I realized got no control over this situation
Now I want to buy some time but I keep missing the payments
So when I'm rich and famous, are you gonna blackmail me?
Tell em how I used to cry everyday in second grade?
Tell em what a crappy boyfriend I was
And how you always like Crescent Moon better anyway
And when I levitate to Heaven's gates
Are you gonna repent acting all apologetic?
Cuz you can bet your fake ass life I'll feel like a featherweight
Looking back with no regrets, kid

[Verse 5: Crescent Moon]
Once my thoughts are received, then everyone will want their offspring MCing
So start robbing sperm banks for my semen
You know the procedure when I see a non believer
Roll my sleeves up, make him forget he had amnesia
After the seizure, I float around the world for 80 days
Let's chill, not worry about my bills your lady pays
In '88, I found Earth was a shady place
Like Oakley's or oak trees that provoked me and made me hate
Never made a choice without making a mistake first
Have you screaming at my show like if a dude ever gave birth
MCing or DJing, which one of em came first?
Rap heads and b-boys roaming the same turf
This was an angry verse then I became a happy person
Thought I couldn't get any worse so I switched to the rafty version
It'd be a burden to try and test Advizer
I'm positive like DJ Deetalx's breathalyzer
I just try to give the people what they want, what they want
But half of y'all ain't gonna peep it if I don't give you a pound

[Verse 6: Advizer]
I'm a light sleeper, mine sweeper, life's time keeper
What you pissed about? Shit, I ain't a mind reader
Refined Caesar salad type women take seats to
Watch me battle mic, breakbeat cake eater
I look like a pussy, rhyme like a motherfucker, insult ya
Til you bleed, come back and watch the vultures
Hover flustered MCs stumbling over their cuss words
Get more homecoming king votes than the conference leaning past rusher
You lackluster, tap your pencil like a knock on wood
Adjust your view of me, we got off on the wrong foot
I'm like Robin Hood stealing the show and giving to the poor
Quality dub tape lovers, suckers are living for
The moment while I'm focused on longevity
Yo, they're pointing their fingers toward Adam
Never before been perceived as an enemy
Fucking with me so bad, I'm thinking bout faking an orgasm