[Verse 1: Celestaphone]

Backmask here track, red room rap in fact you

Used a mirror for the tattoo and Thai bamboo

"Mom" is a palindrome, balm for the tat is on

That alone, battle zone skin and Dexpanthenol

Lew' Carroll fell in Liddell's rabbit hole

Who can tell, threw one hell of a rapping show

Rock first in line, acrostic

Like a hot crime flick stocked the box office

Watch this

Vision, rewinding like I'm really on a mission

Vision, rewinding like I'm really on a mission

Count crates like Roy's halftone polka dots

So cold, now that boy rakes snow a lot

So deep it's keepers finders

Be kind rewind sir

She keep Ambico or Kinyo behind her

To weed out the fine, have a team o' one liners

But she won't buy one like b-coin to a miner

[Verse 2: Th' Mole]

We’re transmitting from the pinnacle

The tipping point, to document the opulent

Clocks final tocks and ticks, the moment

Between rocks and bricks flung at ones opponent

Stoning, drowning, stake burning, unlearning

Tensions mounting, fountains running out, we’re

Swinging on the precipice singing on this edifice

So ancestors or aliens can wrestle with what’s left of us

Rewinding, pondering the findings

Trying to divine some kind of reason rhyme or alignment with rational thought

How they’ll marvel at the lies we bought, ties we sought to cut

Trees we cut, bees we squashed, fights we fought

Leading to the complex climax of the plot

Worth a look with many lenses, empirical to spiritual

To map the machinations of the tragicomic miracle

[Verse 3: MC Paul Barman]

Let’s take a station break

God give me patience with creationists’ belief in nation states’ sanctity make septic tank from thee ancient lake

Shake and bake

Clever effervescent peasant

Never pleasant to tyrants with violence ever-present

Oh yeah! I almost forgot

My soul ghost is caught between an ocean rock

And the ones I hold closest to my heart

When they vote against my kids, it’s tough not to hate old folks a lot

I hope they choke on the gold ropes they bought

Or o’dose on pot

This is lost tape cosplay with DJ Doc on the crossfade

Let’s go hunt some osprey

Reminder: free minds are going to find my rhymes rewinders

From office chair to hospice care

It’s a short walk, we need lots of air

You as beautiful inside as it is outside

Let’s celebrate today as one when doubt died