[Intro: Cleveland rap male MC, dark minor-key pluck loop, porch screen door creak] East side, two porches down, there's a chart on the rail Says the world is a plate, and he's sellin' the tale [Verse 1: Cleveland rap male MC, hard kick and snap snare, rapid melodic Cleveland flow] He got a map with a rim and a wall made of frost Says the ships never sank, they just fell and got lost Says the moon is a lamp that they dim with a switch Says the edge is a curtain they hung for the rich Then my record came out through the barbershop door And he leaned in the frame like he heard it before Said it's flat, got no depth, got no feelin' inside I said sir, you the last man to grade what is wide You can't tell me what's round when you swear that it ain't You got stars on a sheet and a world made of paint For real though, I laughed till I fell off the stoop Man is checkin' my levels with a hula hoop [Hook: Cleveland rap male MC, full beat, melodic Cleveland hook] You call my music flat, you say the world is too Two for two on bein' wrong, I'ma walk it through Go and find the edge, I left the porch light on for you Planet's round, my man, you comin' back here too [Verse 2: Cleveland rap male MC, deep 808 bass, rapid melodic Cleveland flow] So he packed him a bag and a compass and bread Said he's walkin' due west till the ground ends ahead Said he'll stand on the rim and he'll holler it back That the world and my record got the same kind of lack Through the corn and the plains and the mountains and sand Every town that he hit had my hook on demand Every diner, every bus, every kid in a cap Had the hook in they mouth while he followed his map In the Land we just laughed, on the east side we knew You walk straight long enough and the road brings you through He kept sendin' me postcards that said I'm almost there Every stamp from a city that was singin' my air [Hook: Cleveland rap male MC, full beat, melodic Cleveland hook] You call my music flat, you say the world is too Two for two on bein' wrong, I'ma walk it through Go and find the edge, I left the porch light on for you Planet's round, my man, you comin' back here too [Bridge: Cleveland rap male MC, circling hi-hat, the hi-hat swings around the stereo field in a slow circle] West past the last coast, and he kept on west Sun on his back and a map on his chest Then the signs started readin' like the ones back home East side, Superior, the stoop, the dome Doors swing wide on the show and it's packed to the back Guess who's front row with a compass and a pack Mouthin' every bar with his hand on his heart Roundest trip a doubter ever took from the start [Final Hook: Cleveland rap male MC, full beat, the hi-hat still turning, melodic Cleveland hook] You call my music flat, you say the world is too Two for two on bein' wrong, I'ma walk it through Go and find the edge, I left the porch light on for you Planet's round, my man, you comin' back here too [End]
