The Introduction - Decipher

The Realization that glass can rip your skin The realization that glass Causes reflection, creates protection But can cut so deep As blood falls down your forearm Can you believe that's you? The red liquid that feels so foreign Is part of the reason you're alive As blood falls down your forearm Can you believe that's you? The red liquid that feels so foreign Is part of the reason you're alive You're my blue ocean You're my You're my blue ocean floor

Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune With sparkling crystals souls aglow A part of thee in the key of what we know to be every part without me Knows only two can make it light You'll live forever tonight

I've drawn on poetry over the years So that I might provide another voice in lyric writing And another perspective than my own And one of the poets I've been drawn to has been, the Irish poet; W.B. Yeats In the ballot of the fox hunter, Yates imagines and focuses in On the special connection humans can have with another species In this case, a king's hounds, with whom he would have gone hunting in his day One blind hound lies apart On the sun-smitten grass He holds commune with his heart The moments pass and pass The blind hound with a mournful tail He lifts his wintry head The servants bear the body in The hounds wail for the dead A huntsman Rody, blow the horn Make the hills reply The huntsman loosens on the morn A gay and mournful cry As someone who's had pets throughout my life And aspire to be a veterinarian I can certainly attest to this special connection One can have with other creatures And how intuitive they can be

So tell me can you hear me? Yall know what it's hitting fortell them if they didn't knowfigure four then figure more Ready, I am like a pilot I am on some fly s***these people can't deny that I'm readyso tell me I ain't ready for the game but I'm ready I'm readyso tell me I ain't ready, I ain't listening, I'm already gone The hate is very strong but I tell them carry on DC going to be here for the long run; marathontrying to keep the peace when they speak to me; Farrakhanbut oh no, they want to go for the low blow; baritoneno matter where I go I have to fly; satellitealways trying to see the bigger picture; Magic Eye I am never satisfied, appetite is Kobayashiso they copy, that ain't really working out, no Pilatesyou smoking Bobby Brown, I'm smoking Meagan Goodyou never could, we not on the same page, I read the bookeven took a second look, it now has been verified, I'm very flythinking that my s*** don't stink; Carolineyeah, I'm trying to build a buzz, so far it's full of blessings I'm trying to draw more people in the future, pull The Jetson'sthese other rappers ain't saying nothing; full discretion Dumb said get your bars up; full reception, tell me can you hear me He don't rap about Asian issues, why ain't he banging pistols? He just used that one kick video as a way to get views I heard he ain't even Christian, Dumb has been ego tripping I hear these people whispering, "why the KIMCHI FRIED RICE is he so different?" I trip and my clips gets hit so click click click and the s*** go viralyou ever have chicks blow kisses, take pictures, and have kids admire you? I been done paid my dues, seen my battles on Pay Per Viewon my grind, no skater shoes, get your bars up, and raise your stoolsit's contagious, now all my neighbors and the homies got itmotivating my patience, you can call me Tony Robbins Tonys, Oscars, Grammys, I want it all inside my caseright on top of my fireplace, in a mansion with iron gatesknock knock, who's there? Knocksteady with a banger that bumps in your system, listenhot hot, like a chicken pot pie, better grab you a pair of them oven mittensbeen there, done that, never gon' turn back, I'm on that overdrive Jay Park, Dumbfoundead, and Decipher on you punk ass hoesso tell me can you hear me HOOKJAY PARK: I'm Ne-yo, So Sick, would've thought I got ebola how I'm illing I got a bigger buzz than the can of cola from The Simpsonswe on different levels, think otherwise you're just being sillywe not even in the same building, we in different cities I'll eat MC's. I'll s*** on your raps, I'll just call you Grey Poupon I'm flyer than you, can't you see I'm chilling with my space suit on? I've reached my limits, Rambo these bitches like my name was Slyves Stallone I'm T. I or J, minus the T, the old me is just dead and goneinfect the great book with aids but still have the illest verse Mr. Nice Guy but Mr. Nice with it, minute man so I'll finish first I ain't a homicidal murderer but still I'm killing youif your feet was size 8 and a half still couldn't fill my shoesmy father took his sun and put him in the dirt, rockstara pop star that ain't like all of them other pop starsa superstar made on earth but admired by all starsin other words, fucker, let's just say that I'm a allstar

The night is looking young, it's gonna need I.D. I heard death is looking for me, check in the V.I.P. I be by these bad bitches, I don't even give a fuck They want to get liquor'd up, pop pop a bottle and give it to them The shit I'm on I swear you never seen it done before I'm from below but up up up we go with that bungee flow Hey Johnnyphlo, "Yo", I don't think they fucking with us Bitches are dying trying to be fucking with us, Bucket List us Hey Ailee, "Hey baby", these hoes got to know it's over They want to be you so bad they trying to ride a Rollercoaster But they so Coca Cola, we so Dom Perignon Knocking them out like Larry Holmes, making these hits, I'm Barry Bonds I'm barely home, catch me if you can and shit Maybe I am too fly, I might need a landing strip The plan is this, live fast and die premature But before I leave da earth I'll be the first to make it out alive I'll never make it out alive I been living like I'm dying And I know I got to go, I'm never coming back I don't want to see you crying You got to catch me if you can x4 Now what I'mma do with all these bottles that my boys bust Muzo make the Illuminati want to join us Secret society, fuck that, we make it known We take your bitch out, get mouth, you take her home You laying low, I'm standing high You fantasize, I plan to rise Actions speak louder than words, word, I pantomime Can't deny I see things at a different angle; slanted eyes It's Hammer Time, like you can't touch this This some shit you can't fuck with, we be too damn Wu Tang'd up, bitch Got two damn blunts lit, kush and haze So shut the door baby; Sugar Ray I'm Sugar Shane, you just a boy You the faggot of your Entourage, fucking Lloyd I'm puffing joints like a boss, you just employed I'm just annoyed like what's the point, I'll never make it out alive Oh what, you didn't know? Yeah, I could spit, sucker It's in my blood, DC and Johnny are my big brothers And I'm their little sister, wouldn't mislead you, boo They call me Amy or Ailee, but it's Ms. Lee to you You say you better than me, what you got to lie for? You ain't even part of the conversation; sidenote I know these boys they want to touch me like an iPhone But baby, you got to work to hit it like a high note