[Chorus: Lord Zen]

Surge on the verge of making history

Purge to emerge with the victory

Discouraging words that curve your will to succeed

Weight of the world's strings cut, now you're free

Higher and higher, higher and higher

Higher and higher, higher, higher

[Verse 1: LMNO]

It's in my grasp, fillin' up the gaps

Heart is beating faster on this last lap

Visions for the I to see made for you to not

Unless we're in your city 'bout to shock the spot

Leave my name out 'cause it ain't about me

Flesh is the spirit's garment truthfully

Be receptive, take it in, it's nice

Delivering the word with help from Christ

[Interlude: LMNO]

Highsmen

LMNO is a highsman

Writer's Block are highsmen

Visionary are wisemen

[Verse 2: Dannu]

Watch your face's experssion as my hands time from time

Seen too many pieces being crossed out in lines

Chill on the wrath 'cause I never jump boats

Washed up on these beaches still breathing, stayed afloat

Wrist-bled painting pictures, vocalized street scriptures

Rituals daily bless when the mind is at rest

I confess to the crime of burning rhymes with a lot of

Those who title MC but to me I'm just a writer

With respect for the art still pursuing my degree

Some doubt Dannu's time 'cause they don't know he

Has a gift to lift weight, giving space while other fake

The road that they take is like a mirrorless lake

When as still as I stood understanding my place

Is the finish without running 'cause life is not a race

But a pace of a beat, rhythm set on a sheet

My poetry is of me when I stand on my feet

[Chorus: Lord Zen]

Higher and higher, higher and higher

Higher and higher, higher, higher

[Verse 3: Lord Zen]

Just a passive fancy hand me nothing when I'm higher

Elevated by success and not the Buddha bless or cadaver

Sugar rush, tighter grips I must hold on, you got it bust Writer's

Block will touch your soul, we the providers, enlighters

Clear the brain of clutter to focus my visions brighter

Intrusions of free thinking break hardest heads in spiter

Thick skulls signals penetrate, face fire

Till withstanding forces tire

And the will to succeed will then proceed

Betting neither the guts nor the glory will inspire

The stagnant ones to victory their desire

[Chorus: Lord Zen]

Surge on the verge of making history

Purge to emerge with the victory

Discouraging words that curve your will to succeed

Weight of the world's strings cut, now you're free

Higher and higher, higher and higher

Higher and higher, higher, higher