[Hook]

This is NA,SAA, yes we blast off

We are astronauts rappin' our ass off

[Joey Keys]

Here it goes again, the highs and lows

The vibes and flows, the pen got me rising slow

Been feeling like I'm falling in a bottomless pit yo

Dropped prose and taught space-cadets how to grow

Earth adjacent to hell - so I'm rhyming cold

Just to cope, a nation built on cars and clothes

Stars from vogue all fixated on bars of gold

Visions of hope also bolted by golden rope

Years ago I fell for hip-hop, it's not the doe

Got these woes stress seems to be all know

Restless till perfections blessing every track I let go

A drop in the sea, to around the globe

Tryna' be a tidal eliminate all foes

I got to glow by being me not the status qua

Venting through sentences til' I lie six feet below

Lie my crown on my gravestone. 'RIP KING JOE'

[AZA]

I am not that stone that builder refused

I am the stone that structure abused

So my demeanor's growing meaner as my heart is growing cold

Standing at a peak as I watch a boulder roll

Right back down a hill that I thought I triumphed over

I tend to remember this, as I'm inching closer

"A task is not achieved with a dream or a thought,"

But when a dream is achieved we know a man has fought

To get to where he is and appreciate the view

Cause life is beautiful when you stop and take a few

To smell a couple roses and expand the diaphragm

Sit back relax I'mma tell you who I am

("I BE") Atlas Telamon infliction on the wisdom

Translated through my poetry and this rhythm

So when I sing the high hymns, I'm begging you to listen

So open up your eye and check what you're missin'

[Hook]

[Olde E]

Pick the pen up, place it back in my hand

Wielding a weapon of words while I stay in demand

I'm always, on point and precise, when I speak I entice

We blasted off now we reaching new hieghts

But I have to admit, in my stomach of pits

There's something that's growing, and it's something that's sick

Its blocking my view sorta like a smudge in the ink

Touching the brink, got me feeling a little dumb when I think

So fuck it, I slip back in a slump again

Sitting blank faced with a blunt and a pen

Not a clue in what to write down on the page

Caught in a haze, lighting up haze just to escape

Filled up with angst while recording the tape

Live to create, so I take pride in the music I make

So when these rhymes are my life but I hate what I wrote

I understand why Plath stuck her head in that stove

[Tin Nimbus]

We are the rose that risen through the stone road splitting

Joe stayed spitting bro we thinking it was a figment of fiction

In a matter of a minute this matter could not be diminished

Thus proving we're energy not some well filled with wishes

But we wish you well this wishing well got my two copper coins

As i flick it in the water I pray this ripple makes a noise

For the meantime i guess i'll speak my voice into a void

And compress it with this pressure that makes magma deploy

So we create when we destroy making rhythm to juxtapose

Heavens frequencies like i have an earpiece to listen close

Reciting what i was told, a prophet or maybe i was tapping phones

Only to profit with the knowledge to carve my footprints in stone

And when the stone erodes our bones from the gallows will be shown

Crown of thorns hung by the ropes made of the vines from the rose

For that's the only time we'll be strung up we our backs are stringless

And the only time we'll wear a crown ,we the rose have risen

[Hook]