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Siah: 
Yeah...Yeshua the Po ED  Siah 
Gravity... 
Wind blows in the intro  frontin like I did it 
But them elemental forces blessed me with possession 
Fraction of my physical action is a tenth 
Nine consist of soul but I'm (down by fault) 
The span of my arms does not constitute my reach 
That's the sideways A  of the Y's a few feet 
Vertical is 5'4  giving you the two dimensional 
Third is the depth that's incomprehensible 
Fourth is the time that binds space 
Situated in the mind with the rhyme race 
Like speed I feed the rhythm ill thoughts 
Without a hook and it still gets caught 
I scale walls like fish 
Bringin the mix from across the river Styx 
For decipherin like the matrix 
In the annals of rap, I want the dog-eared page 
Nothin less than that, plus a whole lot more 
And it's hard livin by the mental intersection 
Where writer's block is sorta like gridlock, yeah 
Bit my connection with the Earth is by night 
So 'til my body's terminated I'm a always rhyme tight 
It's like that 

Chorus: 
Gravity, achin like a cavity 
Takin its toll, but not controllin my soul 
Gravity, aches like a cavity 
Takes its toll, but not controllin my soul 

Yeshua: 
Listen and remember, MCs who render empty compositions tender 
Stop rappin like Christians at the end of December 
Called up science to make a deal 
Permittin my defiance at gravity in hip hop 
Let's form an alliance, keep me rappin (amidly?) 
And you'll be proud guaranteed if you'll only let my shit drop 
Pete Morgan demanded me to never harden 
Spittin the (intellegular?) but be the regular I beg your pardon 
I got a call, on the other line 
I reckon your time is precious, so I'll only be a second 
With that, I hit that button, it was wife 
But she's a bitch, so I switch back, nothing but an interruption 
Let's get back to our discussion, is it on? 
He said "Bet" and then voices exit 
Since then I rip a, rhyme without hesi-tation 
As if I, had wings or better 
Doing backflips on tightropes it's phat shit that I wrote 
And on practice I hang on the factors that I float 
Let go, and get so high like my icon be 
Ready to check for I.D. to flow beyond me 
My jaw, oozin raw rhymes being direct cause 
Of Newton's law losing meaning 
If there was a chance of history havin me grapple the apple 
We wouldn't overstand gravity 

Chorus 

Siah: 
Trapped on this planet, I didn't plan it 
Stuck to the granite my shells find light 
But the light's infinite, looks right into it 
I into it, links like sausages 
Kinks in my brain, keeping me sane 
On a jet plane, or on ethereal planes 
Reach the ladder by a former, rhyme rope ladder 
Climbin and creatin, rung by line 
But an unseen force, plots my course 
Down I'm forced, to the ground I slip 
and the rhyme rope rips, fingertips are cut 
Hands get burnt and I retreat to the hut 
You see blisters, turn a boy into a mister 
But gravity aches like a cavity 
Takes its toll, but not controllin my soul 
I hold a hole in my soul to keep it warm in the cold 
And in the cold, my winter breath forms words 
Literally you see me speak in three dimensional verbs 
Intentional swerves, not conventional blurbs 
I got forty foes, and roll with forty thieves 
Takin beats and breaks and when the Lord Jesus son 
And even it come we take flight in the night 
With the iron fist, with the iron fist 
Defying science... 

Chorus (2X)

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