its moonlight dervishes, i work nights burnin furnaces
doing my earnest in making an honest living
shrill voice reverberates, breaking balls in smash tournaments
waiting to make my call, lying down staring at the ceiling
feel like i can burn a hole thru the roof if i really tried
astral projection, room a thousand years wide
when will it end? what we do in the shadows is none of ur concern
the walls holding back the wildest shit u ever heard
gossiping, fluid swapping, unbeknownst to us someones watching
workplace politics securing our frolicking
episode of hoarders flashing thru my brain as i receive it
im a believer, L. Cohen pray for me, i wanted it darker
and i still do!
i swallow my pride, spit up serenity
neither created nor destroyed, just travel beyond infinity
converted to smth different, quantum deliverance
was never good at physics, but i know its all centripetal
thru with the tricks, neverending game of chicken
always got me heated like nuclear fission
the future i envision leads me back to the Goddess
O Giver of Life, let me back into the comfort
those walls that beckon me each n every moment
i take em for granted til im cradled in the covenant
Im greeted with warmth, sheltered from the storm n the cold
Its like every time we fuck, I swear I'm touching your soul
Prolific Mexico City rapper SPEAK ponders the self-isolated age on a booming EP, recorded live in his kitchen during quarantine. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2020