[Kristoff Krane]

Threshold really low, below below

[Eyedea]

But a little… old, if you look at me when everything’s good..

[Kristoff Krane]

Well yeah, why would I even look at this little thing; this thermometer that goes up and down?

I mean if that what… What - What if it, no temperature; that’s all it is

Numb my skin. Help me say that I’ve got skin on…

[Verse 1a : Eyedea]

Different places; frequencies

Different places; stepladders

Different faces

Understanding to keep the right paces - it’s quite basic if you actually face it

Maintain it -

And entertain the thought of being positive and and live for what we fought for -

And fight for what we live for

[Verse 1b : Eyedea]

Well whatever

I can do whatever

I’ve pulled so many levers my circuits ain’t all put together

I wish they were

But I can’t take another moment of bliss because if this occurs

I’ll feel the wind on my lips and then burn

I’ll feel a lot worse

I’ll feel like my next bed is gonna be a hearse

My x-head treats me worse

It’s on a string - it brings away the singing birds

[Verse 2 : Mazta I]

Up on my string I do my thing on the mic’ just like a puppet -

Somebody controlling my softness; I just say “fuck it”

On the stage, with Eyedea, Carnage, and my man Krane -

If you don’t, know this shit, then you don’t, know the aim

Accurate, immaculate

Ayo, check this word, word, word, word, word

Actions to ‘em, like verbs -

Dig them herbs

Ooh, I’ve got the urge, but not disperged

Represent my most definite

Your whack emcees get what they deserved

Here we go one time for the stereo

And a beer with the miracle

Know how we go get in with the volume when we come get loud with the spiritual

Ah, yeah; here we go, we’re you at? Make some noise

Take me literal, or lyrical

Mic’ ready for our boys

Well I am, still I am -

Man on the mic’, with my man; Chris; represent

Like we’re doing this thing with a mic’ and a hand

What you gon’ do? Is he gon’ flow? Yo; let the people know

Hide your elections to, show

How are we gon’ trap this seed and flow

[Kristoff Krane]

Feel so empty, so empty

But I’m fooling myself as the honesty replied when I see ‘em on the shelf

The elves and Santa Claus, must have misplaced the presents

Why am I standing there when my faces ain’t even exited?

[Verse 2 : Mazta I]

You know I might as well slaughter all the elves in the North Pole

Then give Mrs. Santa Claus a little of my soul

Shit - trying to jack him for gifts sinking with ‘em at the boat

No, we ain’t never had shit, so yo I’ve got more

I mean turn them to ashes; skating past this

Plus; treat him like already how he’s in my mind - he don’t exist

[Eyedea]

Hope every stays…

[Kristoff Krane]

They love eachover

[Eyedea]

Ah whatever I was just on some bullshit

(Would’ve helped if you’d shut up.)

I’ll tell you what - it all feels profound