For every grain of sand in the desert Star in the universe Car in the metropolis I got flows For every bone in the Smithsonian Days in the millennium Gallons in the Pacific

For every grain of sand in the desert, star in the universe, car in the metropolis, I got floats.

For every bone in the Smithsonian, days in the millennial, the gallons in the Pacific.

A plot is twelve to twelve hundreds, watch it explode.

DJs leave their shit uncut like Bolivian coke.

I take trips to Thailand, travel the city in boats.

When I'm done, sit brown with my Caribbean folks.

Meditate on freeways and loot cops on streets.

Levitate like heat waves over hot concrete.

Diligent, militant, killing open mics Revealing light, disappearing to the still of the night

Should I strike for the hell of it?

Like take the elephant, Mike Veteran.

Think of an MC you like better than I might.

Jettison over, they flow soft like feathers in sofas.

Let my competitors know it's over.

Your whole gang got tight flows.

Beats are blistering.

Don't bang like nitro with no glycerin.

Listen up.

It don't matter when it drop if nobody pick it up.

Pick it up.

every grain of sand in the desert star in the universe carving the metropolis it got flows for every bone in the smithsonian days in the millennium gallons in the pacific

Step aside, here we go, let me rip this An exercise in lyrical fitness

Look, listen, and learn.

Roll like Michelin.

Till I'm crisping the urn.

Switching the flows different.

Sick with the shit that I spit in the verse.

Quick with the blitz, you'll be hitting the turf.

Hustle from when I rise till I'm lying down.

Trying to run shit like triads in Chinatown.

Reach that highest ground, but the struggle don't care.

Apply myself now, we can bubble next year.

Cassettes, CDs, inches in LPs.

Gel MCs would rather see hell freeze Celebrate victories, you at home dealing with losses Mosquitoes trying to fight through the steel skin of Colossus

Do for high state what Jordan did for ball.

Gretzky did for hockey.

Tiger did it for golf.

for every grain of sand in the desert star in the universe car in the metropolis i got flows for everyone in the smithsonian days in the millennium gallons in the pacific