(Verse 1)

Visually depicting duality in the year 2066 affixed to the interior of a bag of tricks

In a box in the attic next to the crucifix

Hidden behind a big ol’ pile a’ bricks

I been eating good since I was 6

Holdin’ chopsticks choppin’ it up bout these reported conflicts

Solutions so premier they feel next

Obligated to sit us courtside of the knicks

The game is fixed

Unnecessarily placin’ poorly timed shots

Searchin’ for clicks an always overdoin’ it

Knowing to never settle for the quick hits

Unlikely to debate, never really cared for politics

Never had enough cash to pick up the flyest freshest kicks

Still, Loose confidence sourced across these different tropics

Resting doubt atop the evershrinkin’ number of skeptics

Well versed before being served the soul depicts

Exactly what it’s meant to, really moments rarely miss

(Chorus)

Really Moments, Really Miss (x8)

(Verse 2)

Strugglin seein pyramids floatin in the sky

Thinkin im trippin ridin a new high

High up above rotate in my mind

Holdin a desert in my paintbrush

But im Holdin an ocean in these lush rhymes

Often get caught up in paradigms

Losin track of what my minds

Readin between the lines

It confines to many in they time

In my moment (trapped)

Practicing my absurd way

So as to sharpen my skills, swift samurai swordplay

Wordplay wonderin “all he do is work and no play?”

No way! would i ever give this away

You must be fuckin crazy

Cause all i eva wanted was a way to convey

Perfectly the way I feel and what a way to precisely say politely “Fuck-off”

I Overheard em say, this was the preferred play -in

No games as I take these titles, names, and acculades

Prepin for my day in the shade

In a well mannered way gettin paid to convey, these thoughts