Gotta Do

Do what I gotta do
(x4)

[CRYPTIC ONE]
Yo I never been the cat that rapped for them fat stacks
Always been that cat that rapped for them back pats....
Pause
That's that reward thats pure
Bloody back gauze
Muddy facts
Scratch cat claws
Lord
Cause and effect
Short straw
Stress soars
High as what soldiers in Warsaw saw at war
Sure
Thats hyperbolic to the core
But must remove the polyps
As they pile up on ya pores
Lets see ... whats that symbolic for?
Whatever sick thing in your core that ya gotta cure
Or
Maybe its symbolic of the truth
That sometimes a dude just gotta do what he gotta do

[WINDBREEZE]
The language carry relevance when bliss steps shadows dance
Outta box circulars the curvatures don't disenchant
This'll slant heads tilt axis till it tints the chance
Of a thought to unfold distant chants of the soul
It echos loud up in a mold
Reverberate intelligence allows the heart to hello home
Greetings from divine
Angels swinging from my spine leaving tingles on my mind
Purpose driven with a whisper engine pieces of the pine
Chiseled house upon the hill it bellows smoke its just a sign
Exposure of my light it permeates the frozen eye
And sees and senses all the worldliness with spirit on my mind

[ALASKA]
I refuse to assimilate
I can take a simple 8
Kick it on its side now it applies in my symbol state
With in minutes I'm infinite
The infant to the invalid the spaces in between i live the dream of being limitless
I live amongst the ruined
Digging through the ruins
Exhume the tombs of deities and see their only human
And god is just a construct constructed by the cons but
What If we corrupt it then cut it with other concepts
Repackage rebrand the shit we act as the anarchists
React before the action and hack in to all the happenstance
4chan channel zero heroes got the floor plans
Peace to Blueprint we're not deluded like them store brands

This we do for us if you like it that's a bonus
Not for the money or the praise, no, we only crave the wholeness

Do what I gotta do, gotta
(x4)

You can say unorthodox ill call it another box to tick
And close the lid on and eventually shit on

Do what I gotta do, gotta
(x4)

Its the glue that connects is the truth that's Sort of Wreckless
It's all intersected from the cradle to the death bed

Do what I gotta do, gotta
(x4)

That's why it's called atoms its part of me and part of you
Tt's the reason we exist it's why we do what we gotta do