Lucid

[Intro: Moka Only, E.D.G.E.]
Yeah
1, 2, Fresh
Yeah, this shit is dope, yeah
Listen, 1, 2, 1, 2. (Unh)
Mok, yeah (Unh)

[Verse 1: Moka Only]
It's like, oh how refreshing
I'm getting the impression
Renaissance really happening
Ain't no recession
No need for professin'
Imma fresh win pressin'
More albums than you can shake a stick at you peasant
Cuz this cat you isn't
What's that you missing?
If any man say something
Well it ain't my business
I don't keep up with rappers
Who don't make they own traditions
I fit my position
And play my own rendition
It's instinct, that Moka O recognition
Let me enchant
My color will know
Cuz they listen
REL!G!ON
This a livin' histories vision
Division in Hip-Hop
Is just a dream, listen
I don't make coffee with the cream missin'
It's one part of a whole with many pieces in
Put my thesis in
I got my geeses in a row
I Shoot 'em and pluck 'em
The streets begin to know
It's on the low
But my stats always overblown
Rap always overgrown
The grass need a mow, y'know?
Yeah, too abstract to be quotable
You don't know the half
I own too big a load to tow

[Verse 2: E.D.G.E.]
Unh, yeah, yo
Recollection of a record and a metronome
Organized time, chastised through a clever poem
Grown like a Rowan
Wave make the plates speak
No sheet music, notes can't evade sleep
Streetwise, parallel, intellect, carousel
Elegance makes for a better cell (yes)
Fell victim to an idolized vision
Of a concubine's mind left lying in the prison (unh)
Isn't it lovely, beneath the façade?
Mirage, mosaic, might paint my collage
Garage Band logic never gave me a reason
Mechanics only use pro tools in the evening
Weaving lungs, heavy breathing in the slums
Lump sums maximize lies where they come from (yeah)
Candle lit porcelain was offered at the auction
Autographed by the new confusion that you're lost in (huh)