The Fusebox

[Verse 1: Advizer]
The legend you heard about, I know you don't believe it
I'll whip it out and show it to you if you really want to see it
On one condition, you can't read it
My rhyme journal is deep seated, I treat it like I pet it and feed it
And I write lyrics that's based on life experience
Criticism minimal but always nice to hear it when
A kid hates, I mean hates on a style
They make me make mockeries, I'll state your fate on tape and smile

[Verse 2: Crescent Moon]
I'm on a planet full of cannibals and animals with mandibles
I'll slit a camеl's throat and drain the juice out of a cantaloupe
Thе candle glows at midnight to guide me while I hitchhike
I handle cold and dim light beside me while I sit tight
Think I just feel more productive at night time
Because I know that everyone else is sleeping
But as the Sun rises and all I'm doing is writing rhymes
I become more skeptical of what it is that I'm achieving
Torch to my bad day, ashes in the ashtray
Spent half my life in coffee shops and cafes
Trying to figure out how I work and how I function
I don't get credit for the work cuz I forget to punch in

[Verse 3: Advizer, w/ Crescent Moon]
Yo, who those cats on the mic always breaking and entering?
Cases of Mistaken Identity
Minneap and St. Paul, repping both the Twin Cities
We got the dopest crew on both sides of the Mississippi

[Verse 4: Crescent Moon]
Well I'ma be a running joke until the day that I'm caught
My thoughts is just another crack in the sidewalk
And why not? I know all people are equal
The evil, the good, the feeble, and the deceitful
Well, you can find me on the floor when I'm not pursuing dreams
I'll make a better door than a window of opportunity
We speak a different language, talk the same troubles
And try to go inside while we're trapped in this bubble

[Hook x2: Advizer and Crescent Moon]
When you hear Advize and the Crescent Moon Ra
Engine is a scrambling so go repair the fuse box
Oddjobs will have you jumping out your tube socks
Leaving the Mineapple with plenty of bruise spots

[Verse 5: Advizer and Crescent Moon]
No longer judging books by their covers, now I'm judging em by their spines
Fighter, artist, lover convicted of these crimes
Took into court, looking grim facing 10 to 12 years
Case dismissed, stifled trying to find a jury of my peers
As if there's such thing as a fair trial!
I've seen stares, smiles, and looks of comfort on the face of a scared child
That was me then, now a disproportionate part of my heart is devoted to
Recording and spitting these quotables
Oddjobs bugs like Kafka's Metamorphosis and those of you
Locals who know the truth showed up to the shows before we sold a few
Before we even knew what we were supposed to do
Now we're here on a postal group

[Verse 6: Crescent Moon]
I go from solid to liquid to gas, still whipping your ass
You live in the past, I've written my raps, all you didn't surpass
The lower standards, you were sitting, itching, licking your scabs
Diminishing cats who be finishing last

[Verse 7: Advizer]
Yo, F a dollar in they pockets, I want to see some hands up
If you know a relative or friend who died from cancer
Now that's what I'm talking about, that's what real is
I put faith in the mic to properly convey my feelings
And I rap to be felt like five fingers in a hand
Acting as well like I'm a member of the band
See, they're down til the end, that's why I'm running with them
You say, "doggone it, Oddjobs done it again!"

[Verse 8: Crescent Moon]
Well, I'm the type to ignite a stick of dynamite
Shove it down your pants and dance if you ain't rhyming right
Release a blinding light sorta like a diamond might
See, I don't mind to fight as long as I can find a mic
What's the main issue, that I'm playing games with you?
Or is it that I blew my nose with your brain tissue?
I tried to spread the love, but where did it go?
Now what's the sound of one hand clapping at your show?

[Hook x2: Advizer and Crescent Moon]
When you hear Advize and the Crescent Moon Ra
Engine is a scrambling so go repair the fuse box
Oddjobs will have you jumping out your tube socks
Leaving the Mineapple with plenty of bruise spots