[Intro] Uh-huh... yeah. Got the game in a glass, no ice. Just the nectar. [Verse 1] I’m harvesting the static, turning lead into the liquid gold Got a library of silence in a world that’s getting bought and sold I’m "scrilla-climb-the-ladder" but I’m building on a bedrock base Putting "gouda" in the cellar just to keep the smile upon the face My frequency is calibrated, no distortion in the signal line I’m drinking from the vintage of a very rare and holy vine It’s "fetti" in the mental, yeah, the currency of inner peace I signed a lifetime contract with a permanent and joy release. [Pre-Chorus] I tell 'em "Cool it down," let the lion find the shade Don't be counting up the losses, count the bridges that we made The tide is coming in, yeah, the tide is coming home. [Chorus] I’m planting cedar where the shadows used to grow I’ve got the zenith in my pocket and the fire in the flow It’s a heavy meditation, it’s a rhythm for the wise I’m catching glimpses of the kingdom through these calloused eyes Yeah, we’re happy in the heart, but we’re gritty in the soul Keeping everything in "hush-mode," keeping everything in "control." [Verse 2] I’m a master-builder, yeah, I’m framing up the house of light Got the blueprint of the morning in the middle of the night No "chosey-fosey" movements, every step is a deliberate march I’m the keystone holding up the weight of the triumph arch The "water" in my glass is from the well that never runneth dry I’m looking at the mountain like "I’m probably gonna fly" It’s "Ugh," it’s "Game," it’s the wisdom of the ancient root I’m tasting all the sweetness of the forbidden and the holy fruit. [Bridge] You see what I'm saying? It's about the "pockets." Not the ones in your pants... the ones in your spirit. Stay "sprinkled," baby. Keep the "spinach" green and the "spirit" clean. [Chorus] I’m planting cedar where the shadows used to grow I’ve got the zenith in my pocket and the fire in the flow It’s a heavy meditation, it’s a rhythm for the wise I’m catching glimpses of the kingdom through these calloused eyes. [Outro] Stay tuned... To the right station. [Silence]
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