Heaven and Hell - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Benny Medicina]

It might as well be all the same for me to train the eye to make

Adjustments in the way my mind perceives to live and die a day

Hibernate away from nuclear winters, cyber space

Inside the mind, my labyrinth checks the time it takes to try to find a way

Motherfucker, realize your sentiment is side-a-ways

Idle days are taking over—evidence is time and space

And amidst the moment, signs are saying, “Slide away”

The fact’s you know I merely told the science of the brain

[Verse 2: Clint Westwood]

I checked into Hotel Hades on a Mount Zion head-trip

Room six-sixty-six in a glorious dialectic

Infected with the intentions of the most special of Hellspawns

I creep deep in a well’s pond ‘til the spell’s gone

Swallowing bombs of wrongness before you can say, “Right”

My psyche softly shatters to stab my brain to daylight

I may frighten you at first with a terrible thirst for life

Curse of the earthworm, I live the Earth’s surface by night

[Verse 3: Vric Enoh]

Proceed to leave your feelings as we tween into the evening

With a lesson for collectives of complexion, we’re diseasing

I dream my freedom, branch you through the seasons, color-scheming

Ground to ceiling, walls receding, breath for breathing exit, leaving

Your heart could be beating or a dead organ on forfeit

On purpose, I rock a cordless to the orbit

[Ten absorbed in?] the corridors of the [coroner?] of the [?] cornets

Where views are gorgeous through morbid rigor mortis

[Hook 1: Benny Medicina] (x2)

Kind is evil, black is white, good is bad

Chaos and order, heaven and hell go hand in hand

[Hook 2: Clint Westwood] (x2)

Heaven and hell sells darkness to light (Come on)

Good meets evil, black reveals itself to white (To white)

While chaos mocks and feeds off the loss of order

Man stands stranded on earth, caught between the borders

[Verse 3: QS Zeus]

Ayyo, at nighttime, I can find the right mind

It’s a psych fight side by side with the light’s line

I bite mine to fight crime and die for the mic rhyme

You’re blind to the fine line, to the lifetime, to supply line

Some of you die in a tight vial of violence

And the light says, “Supply cents to the right friends”

The mics, the pens, I’ll rhyme the spins that lights the winds

The breeze will feel the ease, but the seas will bite your fins

[Verse 4: Clint Westwood]

Little baby sapien screens a world from a car seat. Goodnight, Irene

I’ll sing your melodies through the bars and streets

Wondering if you’re looking down on me (Down on me)

Do you share these sounds with me? Do you see my depravity and frown on me?

Regardless, a part of your heart lives on through my touch

I’ll carry that torch forward and sharpen my sword with such humanity

The curse: hollow purse, merciless soul gravity

The blessing: I’ll burst your chest cavity, flow sanity

Foes to family, I mend ends to die today

You chose calamity. I grow wings to fly away

Like a pirate saint, tainted but worthy of God’s kingdom

I keep his majesty laughing while he’s crafting our freedom

[Verse 5: Vric Enoh]

Sun will shine, but will you reflect the sunlight?

Only if it’s darker—some in flight amongst the twilight

Done right or done wrong, heaven or the hell space

Grab your fucking number, man. We’ll bury you on Sunday

I rise waking, out for rhyme making

Time tick in mind. I’m out the space station

So who the hell decides where I reside and picks the path to afterlife?

And who defines the lines of good and bad and rules the life?

[Verse 6: QS Zeus]

So hold the cavalry, trap the weak and unravel me

I’ll travel to free raps if your weak ass battling

I’ll tackle the feedback. [What I see slack?] avidly

I’m actually packed, ready to scrap, roll savagely

Repping the fact, those slit in the back throat

I fracture you backbones with your ass like “Exacto”

Where will the facts go? From Glasgow to Cali

I’m flipping you assholes and Berry your Halle