Fulcrum (Edan and Insight Mixes)

Mic check [--- only in Edan Mix (Mr. Lif) It's rhyme time Spread your wings and take off Up into the atmosphere Riddled with fear Emotions dangling, the air keeping afloat Heart in my throat Another bout with self doubt Welcome to this journey of mine Through my mind These are the ruins of a glamorous shrine Over here I have a force with which none can interfere But on the flipside I'm tampered with Misguided and slided Exposed and thus unable to hide it My dome is the +Fulcrum+ As the pendulum swings I try to measure the potential of things They say I'm the descendent of emperors, kings When sorrow sings It's my name that's synonymous Studied by archaeologists, astrologists Lost tribes found the path to follow this [Opio] Uh, we unearth, the obelisk and dinosaur bones We prehistoric with the microphone A new millenium, you're weak With a flimsy heart, your best shot get Blasted ?out of misty? park I'm grand slammin 'em Cannons missin the mark, we hard targets But ?Lenin? counter attacks they hit the sargeant And general, they're bloodsuckers I seen the interview, [fool] Nosferatu Will try to stop you And swindle you (With the subliminal) [So what you ?fin? to do?] (When they spot you) Chorus Sample repeated 8x: "Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the universe" ---] Rakim [Opio] Yeah Playing like Prince Purple Rain in Minneapolis And snatch up your ?appleonia? With the hazardous, batting averages Swing hard like Joe Dimaggio Akin to winning rap roulette at the Belazio Opio's unstoppable, killin all the sacrilige Keep my shit locked and loaded until the caps in this Real as a Vietnam flashback, imagine this Crushing your cardiac harder than an Aztec I might choke or snitch [what?] Like Slobodan Milosevic [Oh shit] Holding on with both my fists You'll the Ultimate Fighting Championships Were jumpin in your living room Fucking up your amplifier So loud it damn near chipped your tooth [what] I'm living proof that there's mind over matter Your spine'll get shattered +Three Eyes+ comin at ya [ha ha] Faster than plasma beams, futuristic (Mr. Lif) The master dreams of a society twisted One cult with everyone enlisted Clingin to religion just to feel uplifted Brother I can feel your aggression Life on a whole is in question We ignore what we don't mention To err is human, but the road we're assumin Stops all things from breathing and the flowers from bloomin Now I'm no historian, but I recall That ALL Civilizations fall We give up our control but we suffer from withdrawal We learn how to walk now we're too proud to crawl [You thinking large?] (We need to think small) [Man first the universe] (That's the ultimate brawl) Chorus