(Solstice sentence spark, after dark on st. marks)
Wake and yield to the train yard at Wakefield
The saint kneels with the fresh paint to clothe the bare steel
What's the wild style he feels? under the ground
Three A.M teal, orange, maroon, purple, yellow; favorite color's multicolorful
Of the indigo intercultural fellow, mystically leveled down beneath like art of
Arctic submarines submerging, greatest graffiti minds on grand concourse converging
To give a grandeur course in true school, all-city serving but backwards institutions would initiate subverting
Sent influx pigs searching and hurting and hunting, warring after his style
Wars he never sought to be fought, enforcing tunnel visionary mural's block writers fraught
Cause' transit cops bring sadistic ballistics when they bust shots reroute his body to derail
Rail 3 caught him carnally, prism shattered to form future elemental matter and Yo! it was alot
Body lies but 3 eyez grew wings and flew away I shit you not, see he had just arrived to ride his first train of thought
He had just arrived to ride his first train of thought, auwwww but i'm caught, but i'm caught, but i'm caught

He couldn't equate the weight of the world's drapes, so he dug in the crates with a fate fumed in papes
A phonetic fellow with a knack for a fire escape, 4 elements, cypher 6 step grinning and backspinning
To the melodic grooves dancing in the air, from the break beat no DJ could compare their snare
Since he didn't come from Earth mericas' space made him find worth so hailed like storm to express his art-form
And not be hurt like child birth; birthed as a child that would rile killers with a smile
He wandered on planets with poets, vowels and owls and lions that be wild puffin' on a black and mild
He said i need artistic consumation he killed his contemplation and said time for me to be cascading with my constellation
Constellation crashed in a meteor shower in 91' to tell the son of 73', you will be brash and bold as you become this new MC
The seed would sprout, but not till 06' take on the bulk of the bout, without doubt from lyrics he'll shout
Movin' mountains with a mouth legends will come to teach and reach thus elevate his speech
Sounds diametrically opposed to bleak or obsolete so the speakers would speak
24 hours 6 days a week on the walk of the search of united sister and brethren not seeking dime piece but missed miss seven
Concepts over head like religious concepts of heaven, O' there's no escape there's no escape
You will never get away from the wax synthetic or cassette tape, you will see it in every aspect of life as you climb
These ladders up into the sky in which you can defy but O' No you shall just flow
Hum will bust your ear drum so loud, but the hop won't stop follow and make you proud now your endowed
Ready for the beat to speak as truth will peak into the souls you seek to uphold with larynx gold
This thrill leaves you in tears while fighting your greatest fears, if your ship breaks down it will create new gears to
Transport you into a reality you see so clear, whether a dance a romance a painted wall your stuck entranced
Through groove's it removes confining judgments so gavels lose, no drink it gets you loose incline the ink then you can think
To commence with the divine plan to align with Hip-Hop's line, that's why your feeling fine