Lyrics of 'Making Planets' by Edan

EDAN:

The true blue fate with an artificial calendar, I be the balance of the chance like answer,
the dance floor dominator/flavor complicator, accomidate a greater rate of data fantasia
the soul of a giant; I'm bold and defiant, my science electrify the unplugged appliance
shoot my television, walk outdoors, and explore, with the innocence of kids age four
I frolic in the sand with a colony of ants, my particles expand building oxygen in plants,
from Rakim to Cash, to Lakim Shabazz, I'm logically advance with the knowledge of the past
motivate a girraffe, wrote a page-and-a-half known for paving a path, and the waves with a staff
the music is rap, my favorite color is math, the plan of attack is bless a planet with wax,
the caterer, the Darth Vaderer, the cross-fader; you should never be afraid of the harm from armed laborers
we stay patient as we lay the foundation and ascend the composition for the future generations...

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(Transition)

MR LIF

Let me introduce myself, a stealth
You seen nothing; you stepped into my realms and found suffering,
Chaos is turned into seance and burned
calculator versus estimator, spirituality earned
worms leaking out your orifices sort of vicious,
you picked the portal, we just filled the doors with witches,
take out your spell cast, hell's fast, needles and torture rags,
torsos hatched, do you want all for that?
Pain, you can't explain landscapes of flame,
flames of inhospitables are crushed in the minerals,
your plans foiled after watching me plant soil, your pants spoiled throttled in, bottled as Penzoil
Fuel is my ruling, the seeds of my doing, your deaths will be the pudding that the proof's in, I'm never coolin'
When God took a day off, I had him laid-off, all week, you wanted concrete to remain soft
Salem's Lot's my vacation spot, often hoppin' out of coffins steady rockin' while you rottin'
rollin' with a big gang of brothers with fangs, megadope, use a telescope I'm keepin' my swag...