[Intro]

They call themselves writers because that's what they do. They write their names among other things everywhere.  Names they've been given or chose themselves

[Verse 1: R.A.P Ferreira]

1, 2, ok

Yo, what, mmm, yeah, mm-hmm, yeah, I agree

Waver like the voice of the uncertain

The envelope bulging is marked urgent (Yoink)

Will you grab it, will you be that person (I am)

I think person is a magic object (Indeed)

I say peace to Kamaal the Abstract (Peace)

Then, I take a moment here to get abstract (doom, de doom doom doom doom doom)

Ain't no freedom in this cage, you be lab rat (lab rat)

And on the blooper reel I be the laughing track (aha ha)

But why, as 85-ers ask me that (that)

And you'll greive, my love, it's no masking that (that)

It's a need, a must, I have to laugh (aha ha)

Guilty by omission, permissive, fictive

The missus hiccups as I shift weight to my right heel

Pipe dream, highlight solo feels, vainglorious (Vainglorious)

This is protected, by the ruby yacht (Vainglorious)

By the ruby yacht

By the ruby yacht (Vainglorious)

By the ruby yacht

By the ruby yacht

This is protected, by the ruby yacht

This is protected, by the ruby yacht

[Verse 2: SB the Moor]

Yo, where we meditate and feel time like wind

Ribbons of chi swim

Yo, hear life begin

Spirit sight, imbued with contact truth

Which, smells of soil and tastes of fruit

It's devoid of passion

Sight soft, spirit passin'

The other realms have answers if you're askin', incense ashin'

We built a home with sandalwood smoke

Thin air, don't choke, stay strong, like oak

And circulate, fall into the vision and

Learn the ocean's rhythm to escape this mortal flesh prison

I'll form my soul from a dull grey blob

'Til I finish the job and feel like God

You know what this is? It's a celebration bitches

You know what this is? Come and gimme all your kisses

You know what this is? It's a celebration bitches

You know what this is. So, come and gimme all your kisses

[Verse 3: s.al]

Whoop, mind the gap

Destination, clean living and collared grass

If you called once and I didn't holler back

Well that's because I was in my briar patch

I was in my briar patch

I took time to grab a train while it was driving past

Observatory lounge with tea cakes with almond mass

I hopped off in Allston, Mass

Put my finger on the button and I exited the glass

New World Water, I am expected to float

Guess I'll rise to the occasion

Well, these suckers dug a moat

'Round there mansion

And the gators that they hide for harvest

Are persuasive, but if I'm honest I think that I got the target

And I have to take it, formation, then fade to black and

Are you interested in the subscription package

I could do this all day, no lackin'

Despite all the data trackin'

I stay invisible, laid back and laid up and

Counting my residuals

[Verse 4: Eldon Somers]

You know what this is (You know what this is)

It's a veneration mission

For the hissin' commision

Atop the hatin' condition

Limerence in blatant derision

Will leave you nowhere, young pigeon

Speakin' Pidgin with a magpie

Sneakin' suspicion that the ruby caught their eye

Magpie say "there is a wealth of knowledge in a full ash tray"

I refrain from askin' why, I just listen

Tales of salmon gone missin', from the bear claw swipe

We fight fire with water, all struck with glistenin' lines

Celebrate that (celebrate that)

We got more bottles than Greenworks, and yes we see we thick

That's how a team works with geniuses slick

You would immediately slip, up against this greasy lick

So join us on this scarlet [?] skiff and cast off

Peep them rockers in drip [?] has been tipped

The journey's blessed fam

[Verse 5: Pink Navel]

Taking a moment and I'm putting it in my pocket

Olly olly oxen free, Wally watch her stop it

I'm a high pitched talker, thighs thick, same topic

Discreet seer, bye, butter flips 'til I'm exhausted

Um, Auckerman listener, listener listener

Fan of the written word and improvisitioners

King of the crimson bird, still studyin'

Guttered like I'm teeming in the rut I grab my muffin thing

I take my wool free of sleep 'til a sec ago

Lost the room key, make a beat playin' Sekiro

Found the bars and the notes quote corroded

So I re-wrote it, keep hope, mining the focus

Oh shit steep climb but I got my spiky tennis shoes on so I never lose

And it's my crib, so you got to be Player 2

Ah, yes, oh, ha, yes, uh, hmm

You know what this is