by the head

[Verse 1]
Idea box, black idea box
Thoughts ping-ponged
It's all for real, what side you wanna be on?
Sapote, bars weighed by the spit glob
Baby mama in a Faraday cage niqab
Sky gray, are you sick, God?
Or are you simply pissed off?
It didn't seem to matter much
Bebop, scatter, crunch
Rainy fog, brandied clogs
Chainmail jinglin', that same old feelin'
The women are fighters, the trophy was the head of a tiger
In the DIN of summer everything has a color

[Bridge]
But is the language alive?
But is the language alive?
Idea box, black idea box
Is the language alive?

[Verse 2]
Imagine our surprise to learn the map was a stencil
I would've wrote a verse but I had to stab a rapper with my pencil
It snapped, the Toblerone cracked, the chromosomes match
Were you holding back?
Moving at the speed of dark, I hold onto the greenest part
But is the language alive?
Anguish in the eyes, the brush painted wide
I'm not wise, I can't make the blues stay inside
The brother of the wind rides the wave where it takes him
Keepin' it real as a kind of fakin'
My style Jumanji in the basement, some shit you shouldn't play with
Man's crooked making straight faces
Tasteless, it ain't like steppin' on ants

[Outro]
Is the language alive?
Mental lacerations
The only combination we can be placed in
Triples stages, is the language alive?
Is the language alive?
Idea box, black idea box
Five centuries I bled, divorced by the head