[Intro] [Minimal Drum Break] [Vinyl Static] (Yeah) [Vocal Tag: Cold, direct] there is to much water in this bong i got bong water in my mouth for this song it taste like indica and that's not wrong but ash in your mouth is never right, right ... . [Verse 1: Fast Cadence, Percussive Flow] Would you believe I never block a hater? Had many on the ledger They always block me—I stay planted, never lesser Decade deep, refined it: Stay-In Method, cold pressure De-escalation doctrine, not a twitch, it's measured! Stay visible on purpose, never duckin' from the friction Let 'em be the one to flinch, I don't move from my position Diogenes with the lantern... Marcus, Epictetus wisdom Control the self, not them—that's the Stoic system! I don't cut the cord, I study how the knot tightens Stay in it past the noise, watch the plot enlighten Every shot they throw I log it, turn the thought to science Raw data to a doctrine... that's the cost of silence. [Short Beat Drop] [Hook: Laid-Back, Rhythmic Cadence] There is too much water in this bong! I got bong water in my mouth for this song... It taste like indica, and that's not wrong— But ash in your mouth is never right... (Right?) [Low Pitch Double] (Right.) [Verse 2: Mid-Tempo, Heavy Bass Syncopation] Never wore on me, never turned away from static You ask if time wasted? That's a real question... valid. All I know is this lane, from the cradle to the attic If they preoccupied with me, that's one less soul they damage! [Vocal Stacks] I absorb the bandwidth, make myself the padding They chase the fire's edge while the tribe keep on crafting Griot in the cut, keep the story everlasting Some write it, some build it—I take the blow and mask it! [Flow Shift: Thoughtful] Same play on repeat... or is the play still teaching? Pullin' from the Lilith Project... music, does it need reachin'? Principle or habit? Is it choice, or just leechin'? If disengaging feel like losing, what the win mean? [Instrumental Interlude: Dark Bassline Solo, Crisp Snare] [Hook: Laid-Back, Rhythmic Cadence] There is too much water in this bong! I got bong water in my mouth for this song... It taste like indica, and that's not wrong— But ash in your mouth is never right... (Right?) [Low Pitch Double] (Right.) [Verse 3: Climax, Precise Dynamic Delivery] Attention's all they want, that's the read I'm givin' But sometimes they want to be heard, right... or just livin'? Trigger when I lift others, that's when hate start spinnin' Encourage one to shine—that's when hate start winnin'! [Vocal Switch: Intimate, Low Pitch] Easier said, rarely done... North Star, not a checklist Forgive myself for missin', not pretend that I hit it Brain lie, wires old, hardware with a glitch Best I can with what I had... that's the real shift. [Full Energy, Crisp Accent] Airtight's a myth, honest limits is the mystic Check belief as often as I remember... that's the ticket! We solved the peculiar human mystery in minutes: Diogenes died searchin'... (we did it in an instant). [Hook: Laid-Back, Rhythmic Cadence] There is too much water in this bong! I got bong water in my mouth for this song... It taste like indica, and that's not wrong— But ash in your mouth is never right... (Right?) [Low Pitch Double] (Right.) [Outro] [Sub-Bass Fades] [Isolated Dry Vocal] (In an instant.) [Vinyl Crackle Out] [Fade to Silence] [End]
