Go Fishing

[Verse 1: N-Light-N/Son of Light]
The eye and the man with the holy script
Just what's the constellation
Voicing this combination
Brand new revelations, from the woodworks
Striking y'all from beyond where the shadows lurk
Double check we undermining and tricky son
Blinding bring on the shining like Nickelson
Boy scouts we got no time for toy scouts
No doubt strictly the 20 pound trout
I turn it out like
[Diaz]
(?) beyonds at the closet
[N-Light-N/Son of Light]
Wind up my rod and I toss it
Looking for flavor you lost it
Searching for my path you crossed it
See this is style I back the fuck up off it
I got no time for the petty rhyme
Work mining my mind with material that I grind
I'm in the ponds like a spirit on the loose
Charge like a king moose fat with the one twos

[Hook: Diaz & N-Light-N/Son of Light] (x2)
Surrender to the laws of nature
You wanna step up but first we gotta create ya
Together on this mic mission to make you listen
We take you down to the lake son
Let's go fishing, let's go fishing

[Verse 2: Diaz]
Just like you sure wouldn't share the goods
PRIMOZ Deep Green's the bourough for my P
Naturally we was hostiles actually
Like Uncle Barry, flies and mics is what we carry
The military like (?) visionary

[N-Light-N/Son of Light]
You're an adversary, against the T.P. legendary
Sending the eye of the one interplanetary
Preaching, reaching out to masses like missionaries

[Diaz]
Orginally from the continent that's northly
I'm softly killing low key like Rush D
Your style frozen the land next to russia
Cosa this shit ain't yours it's nostra

[N-Light-N/Son of Light]
Legally one million worlds domination
Illegally throwing false heads out an abomination
Your facing, the lake dweller fuck Jason
You better be praising or be the victim of a wood chasing

[Hook: Diaz & N-Light-N/Son of Light]

[Bridge]
Going fishing, going fishing
Fishing

[Verse 3: Diaz]
We on your silver hooks and bait
Come follow me down to the lake
The forest clearing forms a gate
For my boat, I use the stars to navigate
I'm trying to escape this industry
Like nature, my visions are vividly
I'm building a T.P. ministry
You see me, performing, baptism lyrically
Inquisitionary, verbal fishermen the run fighters
The offical Tee Productions beat riders
Mic pirates on dry land
Move in silence from the Scandinavian island
We cross your city limits after dark
In your parks we rebuilding the ark
It's craftmanship that your missing
I put you in a boat with (?) let's go fishing

[Hook: Diaz & N-Light-N/Son of Light] (x2)