| me and t back at it |
| leavin mics broke |
| playin thru the feedback static |
| write dope for the weed rap addicts |
| like smoke girls breath bad — |
| make they whole team asthmatic |
| (*gasp* i cant breathe!) |
| when they see shad — gaspin |
| dashin, too fly |
| i swear i should wear a ski mask rappin for em |
| front row at my knee caps grabbin |
| ungh — now u got me back braggin |
| like we need that swag |
| ok — i dont really like to |
| t’s in the aisle seat |
| tryna get a sprite from the flight crew |
| meanwhile im workin on my night snooze |
| red-eye, my dudes steppin in flights like some nike shoes |
| on a different runway: red-dye nice suit |
| cuz t got them neck-tie tight loops |
| it’s indecent how i adress |
| for the spring season |
| so fresh go get it on your itunes |
| and thats how we take flight |
| the glory days |
| who wouldve thought forming at laurier |
| would correlate to tourin in 6 countries |
| and 40 states |
| early mornings on board after performin late |
| in a foreign place |
| im still feelin the warm embrace |
| still got more to say |
| still clever with rhymes |
| never declinin |
| still gettin better with time — i would say like wine |
| but i never been whinin |
| like nevermind the weather, im shinnin |
| with the divine when we get in alignment |
| check the devilish smile |
| irreverent reverend, rebellious- minded |
| saint in the flesh |
| thats a blessing disguised |
| i can get it whenever, forever as diamonds |
| thats coal under-pressure, been a treasure to find |
| this flow, this soul, this heaven inside |
| this poet’s goal is gettin ya high |
| im fly as seven wings |
| on another level than sky |
| and thats… thats how we take flight |