[Verse 1: Conor]

Rapper set in his pedigree

Understanding ostensibly skewed

His self image imbued by his own entity

Set apart in an industry

Set the parts to essentially

Part the heart of his tendencies

Restarting his own energy

Cool calm and collectively

Pushing tracks to potentially

Change his mindframe

Sustain a sense of empathy

Sense his mental is meant to be

Sense to make sense sentimentally

Ascension sent

Send love to every friend of me

Paws,- Nikyu Nikyu

Distance needed to meet you

Forces are way too see through

To keep us from what we need to

Pause,- ain't no redos

Life is anxious to meet you

Striving to be free too

Do whatever we please who’s

Laws,- can cease to

Make you dreams be true

Make your heart retreat to

Make your mind not be you

God,- will see to

Anything you believe true

Anything you perceive do

Everything you’ll achieve too

[Chorus: Conor]

Crush anything in your way

Say what you gotta say

Live your life with no hate

Some call that God

Everyone has their day

Everyone can get paid

Every wish can be prayed

Some call that God

If we had our say

No one’d have to pay

No one’d be made

So we pray to God

One day we’ll all say

We’ve had enough spray

Rewrite parts in this play

And be our own God

[Verse 2: Rav]

Nah

I won't be preaching platitudes

Only twenty-something

I will not speak on behalf of you

I don't think it's admirable

I won't wear no mask for you

Rapping is the avenue for me to crack my passwords through

And I'm not claiming that my thinking's lateral

Or somehow masterful

In fact I find it so flawed it's incompatible

With my life

It's only natural I don't adapt it to nobody else

Try work my habits and blindness in parallel

My life's no roller coaster it's a Ferris wheel

Or carousel and my horse ain't a high horse

It was never real

My chemicals coat all sorts of terrible

Memories in caramel susceptible to variables

And my conclusions ever-changing

So I rarely will provide advice

But if I do ignore I'd really spare yourself

My truths are skeletal at best and they develop still

So chase your God on purpose

But I won't pledge to Hell

[Outro: Sample]

Everything that lives is designed to end

We are perpetually trapped

In a never ending spiral of life and death

Is this a curse?

Or some kind of punishment?

I often think about the God who blessed us with this kind of cryptic puzzle

And wonder if we'll ever have the chance to kill him