Yeah what up
Welcome to the final frontier
Soul Position
RJD2 on the beats plus myself
Blueprint on the
Rhymes
Live and direct
We're here
The Final Frontier
We're here
The Final Frontier
We breathe adrenaline
Elevate organically
Life begins
When the record spins and ends
When blended into
The next with scratches
RJ constructs the canvas
I find a color that matches
Outline the rhyme
And increase the content
Blueprint the piece
That completes the concepts
Sequence the song steps
To make it more complex
Soul Position in
Sole possession of
Poll position
Hold your breath and listen
While I resurrect
These twenty-six letters
A lesson to beginners
That tend to pale in comparisson
You're not ill and if you are
Plus my freestyle is
Take two hours
And call me back with a new style
[And show me you're prepared
We're here
The Final Frontier
We're here
The Final Frontier
Elevate organically
My pen like a turntable arm
Moves mechanically
Even when the groove shifts
Or skips dramatically
I accurately etch
Out my welded fine fantasy
Across a skyline covered with sound
I move into position
Like a cumulus cloud
Acid rain slang
Still a part of my emosis
My first demo
Known to soak instrumentals
With brainstorms
Capable to break in the calm
Created by strange tongues
That praise the norm
But while they make a living
Giving false testimony
I often impress the ceremony
With an exercise in exorcism
First I ride the rhythm
Then I spit a venomous
Open mic sermon for the trife vermon
That had a hard time learnin'
How to properly prepare
For the final frontier
We're here
The Final Frontier
We're here
The Final Frontier
We breathe adrenaline
Elevate organically
Escaping out of milk crates
With modern-day tragedies
Of lost verse
Or crews you coulda looped first
But refuse to do the work
When the whistle blew
So in a world dominated by the digital
The metrinome
I listen to beats inside of my chest
It speeds up with a level of stress
It's built to last but analog at best
Ingest another measurement
Of time served
My lifeline swerves kinda
Like a sine curve
Time blurs
During my breakneck ascend
To apex and then slows during my lows
Tone-deaf soundmen work my shows
The ass of my artform's always exposed
But I'm inspired by the front rows
They're the reason
I prepared for the final frontier
We're here
The Final Frontier
We're here
The Final Frontier
