[Verse 1: Sev Statik]

Well if I'm first I might as well make this verse something

You want to listen to, maybe give you a visual of light

Illumination for dark times, I'm able just to walk with loneliness

Mic sparking, clashing, so to be smashing out these deep flows

Paying dues is often the cost

For a professional, I'm exceptional when

I send thoughts into soldier type fashion

March to a hidden part of the pen

Splashing out onto the page, words drop in brigades

Non-stop brain waves 24-7

Shine or rain, I stay repping

To hold down this black ink, more effective than oppression

I'm letting out loud screams I'm hearing these ghost writers on the scene

Invisible to the rest but I know who they possess

Control your text before your mouth starts rhyming

Sintax, Listener, Sev, we're joywriting

[Hook: Listener] x2

We're going joywriting as we rhyme across the map

With our thoughts shining concepts right into your lap

When we write verbs to link words from ink blurs

It comes out fresh to impress on the paper

[Verse 2: Listener]

I lay the groundwork, throw in about ten layers of intricacies

Shrouded delicately through a buried sea

But doesn't matter when you really don't care or see

That I love it, seems like lunacy to chase it all so blindly

Catching me so off guard I'm questioning how much you're

Feeling me, I could scream like hostages about

How much the man keeps me down or

I could complain like the handicapped

About how my lyrics sound and how it's not accessible, but I won't

I should impress my rap-name on your mind like it's a leather belt

And I might try and make you feel guilty about how

I'm so underground and you're the commercialest

Soil on top of me..well

I'll just lay the groundwork and stay content with my beats

Mixed in concrete sheets with word repeats

Phonetically bound by threads of concept pleats

Recycled into thoughts unique

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sintax]

My father's prize possession is a Pilot ball point pen (oh yeah)

He keeps it freshly polished and seldom is it written (hmmmm)

But he left last week and so I took it for a spin (ha ha ha)

Joywriting with my friends, swerving in and out the margin

Pardon my pleasure because I'm reckless when I grin

I never look before I laugh 'cause that's a waste of inhibition

Cross double punchlines and keeping traffic on their toes

I've got em ducking into stitches as I'm steering down the road

Offroad imagination goes wherever you suppose

Compose in 4-wheel drive to survive the highs and lows

I'm a Padawan Jedi fully trained in the art

My heart midi-chlorian count is off the charts

Trained with Obi-Wan Kenobi in the early morning sun

Spit sound surround like Dolby when I breathe through speaker lungs

Riding bareback on a bantha across the sands of Tattooine

Using the force to chart my course holding the hands of Elohim

Who bends my will to win, pod racing on the outer rim

Deepspacing as I'm chasing down ideas with my pen

Lament for the loss and pray for peace so kids can cope

Spit hope, love and joy with every flick of the scripter's pen stroke

[Hook]