My rhyme book records dreams in three d. 
For the big screen call it 3rd eye max. 
I put in work and love for the climax. 
It keeps her [bad word] I got her on [bad word]  
I stroke her to the rhythm of the [bad word] track. 
Syncopated percussion. While [bad word] in, 
I take my sweet with the timing. 
Rock steady till I’m good and [bad word] ready. 
Oh I’m sorry did that sound like a metaphor? 
Well perhaps because we met before. 
But you don’t know me like that. It’s been minute. 
The sun don’t chill and time don’t stand still. 
Change is real you tie me to an anvil. 
You lose that too like a open hand filled with 
Hourglass sands I [bad word] in uphill. 
If the wind don’t get you the tide will. 

Wherever you at whatver your potions 
Raise your glasses high cause we toastin’ 
Raise your voices cause [bad word] 
We celebratin poetry in motion 

We pedal might hard in the streets 
Over beats like these we straight coastin’ 
Wave your hands like a man made ocean 
What you hear is poetry in motion 

You thinking I’m sposed to stoop to your level? 
I couldn’t dig that low with a drill and shovel. 
This ain’t as simple as God vs. Devil. 
We both exist betwixt the bass and treble. 
I’m elevated looking down from a distance. 
You front right left back and still missed it. 
My rhyme books record dreams in three, 
Demonstrated via movies and TV. 
Ninjas, special forces, serial slayers, 
Hawks, star ships, enterprising rhyme sayers, 
Swoop down from the ceiling to make a killing. 
Heroes, villains, red or blue pill dealings, 
Facts or feelings, all will be revealed in 
The time it takes for listeners to wake. 
Some won’t appreciate in till the wake. 
Theirs or minez I guess we’ll have to wait. 

Wherever you at whatever your potions 
Raise your glasses high cause we toastin’ 
Raise your voices cause [bad word] 
We celebratin’ poetry in motion 

We pedal might hard in the streets 
Over beats like these we straight coastin’ 
Wave your hands like a man made ocean 
What you hear is poetry in motion