[Verse 1: Paradox]
Paradox, I provide the wisdom right inside your line of vision
Fight against the kind of writers who contrive a life of fiction
Tied to my decision with each vital line that rides the rhythm
Give kids hiding light a mission to ignite the time they’re given
Sight unseen’s the type of thing that weaker rappers strive to be
But I believe to speak your piece you’d need to grab the mic from me
Vibe with tightest beats so we don’t see that happening quietly
For heads who kept the pride to step, it might be best to try and leave
Rhyme to reach the peeps, baptized to backsliders
The last tribe who combat hard hearts of cast iron
Rap craft’s pathfinders, card sharks to gadflies
Follow the calling to slap five with black-eyed and chastised
Drop quotes to rock boats until they’re capsized
Then bounce like bad checks, with hope found in past lives
Throw pounds to magpies, chattering how, “that’s fresh.”
With production by rabbi no one asks why the track’s blessed