[Intro]

[Hook: bcap]
Music maker can you hear me?
I said I really need a minute with you
I got so much going on in my head and I don't know what I'm suposed to listen to
Music maker can you feel me?
I think I really need a minute with you
Even if you ain't got the time, I think there's something that you gotta do

[Verse 1: Alex Beguin]
When the pen cuts the paper the ink bleeds my meaning
Verbal in my vascular, my cardiac is beating
Reeling from the feeling with my meeting with the being
Standing in my spot though the other side is greening
Y'all can check me by the records
I'm just waiting for my feeding
Eating up a lesson that the Music Maker teaching
Listening close like it's a christening toast
Every second make it last like it's mattering most
This Press family man, they feeling the vibe
They feeling on themselves cause they feeling alive
So when we reach for the sky, we do it in peace
So love starts to grow when it rains in the streets
In the shuffle of sneaks, khakis and the tees
This generation now is becoming the chief
So every letter I write and every grip of the mic
I'm speaking myself closer to my role in this life

[Verse 2: face of fate]
We're immortalizing stories from the glory of warriors
Soldiers, sinners, lovers, fighters dying BIG and Notorious
If we live like some vikings then we're gonna die like some kings
Will we hear the knock of opportunity to speak this again?
Here, come closer so you can see how we feel
The Music Maker makes a super sloppy double deal
So if we double dare
For every leaf peeper to spleef reaper
To listen up and pack reef meters to kief leaders
That's tweaking meters on their t-teeters
You wanna beat this reader?
Then Sissy-Strut like The Meters
This is my time to make music and find rhyme
Unwind
Now my mind's very fine every time

[Hook]

[Verse 3: bcap]
Like Icarus once I flew too close to the sun
Rays melted my creation
Cracked my skin
In fact my hunger pains to be among the sons of sages relapsed
While underlay the undulation of my nation's ethnocentrication
Through radio stations and television commercial placement
I heard the curse that swept the universe like pyramids to Masons
Eyes to dollar bills
Sanskrit to Indian hills
Attention deficit to blue and yellow purple pills
Together we can make it if we try
Keep peace in mind
I love the way my people taking strides these days

[Verse 3: Alex Beguin]
With the sun beating down I wipe the sweat from my brow
Let the stress float away like it's a cumulus cloud
With no sort of lack in humidity
I search for some humility
It's the utmost tranquility
It's filling me
Picking me up
I'm sipping up my cup and wishing I believe in some luck
But we all got to believe in diversity
Cause that's how the universe works you see

[Verse 3: bcap]
You got to be like the matador
The man the people clapping for
We tend to mad explore
The catacombs of animal instinct like the bull that travels back and forth
Pulling market wool over the full wide open information that they're asking for
Triple the task or more
Toast your glass to those who passing forth hope
And coping fast
Cause most will post you up and joke you over lands you never passed before
Hands up in the atmos for the music got your ass up off the wall you keep your back upon