Where Do We Go? - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Clint Westwood]

It’s just another day in paradise. Where’s my slice of soundwaves?

Riding a bicycle through wasted days—yo, I can taste my grave

Grinding my teeth to the beat of the headstone

Riding the angel of death as he creeps through my headphones

From the deep in the dead zone, my head’s blown—catch a filthy fragment

Out the stagnant synapses and drop a crab net

And drag it up and the down the pier, staggering

Lost in the fog, stuck in the bog of eternal madhattering

I’m late, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late. Beg for all those haters’ fate

In a state of anus, I’m gonna be great

Just don’t wait for me. Gonna rape the parasites from within me

All bright, watch the city come to life before my eyes

[Verse 2: Benny Medicina]

I’m falling for the taking back of glory days that rapped before me

The maze is not too [?], faking naked action orgies

Happy [boarding/boredom?]. Ready? [Catch deployment?], a mission asking for me

The rotation fastly forwarding back to past before me

I have spent half of the morning waking, the other half of the morning taking breaths

In morning, the breaking of breath taking the steps

Obstacles are wanted—never stop me, never hold me back a moment

Ashes to ashes even after ghosting opponents

Cold and claw to first because you never know [enough with extra growing?] (Who?)

So I’m flexing soul and coasting, coasting

[Verse 3: Vric Enoh]

I’m lost amongst the foggy blast as roaming through the nothingness

Puzzled and I’m crossed, mixed and matched through the ruggedness

Trudging through the trenches is a man of murky substances

I’m spinning webs and heads and making miracles appearing imperative

Narratives for narcoleptics who wade in your collection

Of eclectic affections with loss of presence as president

[Hook 1: QS Zeus and (Vric Enoh)] (x2)

Where do we go from here? (Where the hell are we going? Enter the nowhere, never we knowing). Nobody knows (On a journey into nothingness)

Where do we go from here? (Stepping our foot in the [frost degrees?] and the walk through the shadow valley’s thunderous). Nobody knows

[Hook 2: QS Zeus and (Vric Enoh)] (x2)

I see (Where the hell are we going? Enter the nowhere, never we knowing) time fly by me (On a journey into nothingness)

Sky-high, I see (Stepping our foot in the [frost degrees?] and the walk through the shadow valley’s thunderous) hindsight with my mind’s eye

[Interlude: Sample Quote from Spun]

[Nikki]

It’s weird ‘cause stuff happens when you don’t really notice it while it’s happening. Life is sort of passing by

[Verse 4: Clint Westwood]

Welcome back to paradise, where we organize soundwaves

Cling tight to the vice while we stride through wasted days

One at a time. I’m still not getting paid (Come on)

As long as I’m myself, then I guess I got it made

But who is that and who is this and who the fuck are you?

Grasp the facts, swing and miss—what am I to do?

I’m dying too, got stopped like a violent protestor

Mr. Molester, arrested development of the jester

Like me. And Chester Cheetahs bite me

And just ‘cause it ain’t easy, I’m being cheesy—that why you wanna fight me

I don’t need you. I don’t feed you, greedy fool

My stampede switching your gene pool—we gonna bleed you

[Verse 5: Benny Medicina]

I’m spinal tapping and you taking aspirin to cool and calm

Trapped inside of the rap game, so I had to chew my arm

Notice in your final moment, idols chosen saying, “Peace,” to the world you roasting

So I’m holding on and going awful flowing

I swear to God I put it first. If any situation’s worse

I came to make this verse and save the Earth so they don’t take you first

Their slaves up in the church working overtime, but so divine

I go for mine, tryna keep my balance between walking over the line

[Verse 6: Vric Enoh]

I continue through the desolate elements. Operation: Relevance

Opposing regiments, resin residue sediments

My sword is a sentence ascending as I travel through the dark of the days

With a deranged phrase of fantasy

Folding over the notion—that’s what holding. I’ve taken the poll

That paving the path and putting minds on tracks of thinking

My indivisible criminal rituals keep me falling

A victim of typical crap and the gift to give it, to give it

Give it, but hoping to open the mind of a minimal

I’m hoping to open the mind of a minimal minimal