[Hook]
I know my path has been laid
And I got to walk [?] road
Not sure which actions will make
That easier than hard to follow
But, one thing I know
We gonna' steal this crown and take it on back home into the land of gold
For all them hands to hold
From the hottest of bodies
To the coldest bones

[Verse 1]
We coming live from the coliseum
Broadcast our way back the day the truth proof facts it took a lot to beat him in the head
Only now it's going over
Found itself a new home inside a land fill spilling over
With garbage in a compact and heat the soundtracks to see
Bodies move they contact the beat
We ain't met defeat
It's my aim, and I got legs to move
Trynna' make your eyes blink and mind
Think when we stop next to you
Take a number stand in line, we all fish in a fish bowel
Only we trying to get our fish sold
So take a fist full, of the mixed mold
And hold on to dear life because it's quick to make you wishful
Grass ain't always green or clean on the other side
It's your own demeanor that means and hears your mother's cries
Individual man, indivisible
Stand on one breath, on one thought, in one mission wit' fam
[Hook]
I know my path has been laid
And I got to walk [?] road
Not sure which actions will make
That easier than hard to follow
But, one thing I know
We gonna' steal this crown and take it on back home into the land of gold
For all them hands to hold
From the hottest of bodies
To the coldest bones

[Verse 2]
What a time, what a mind, that we quote it in felt rap
The feeling's long gone but I still hold it and hope that
The day once returns and that his service is pealed back
The remanence of a movement filled with body and soul clap
Don't skip a healthy dose when rolled
'Cause you're gonna need that penicillin when your flow gets cold
We could talk about hip-hop cliches old and told
Or we can stand and resurrect how it's supposed to go
Filled with style henceforth
Search your mind of hard to find
Relationships between your tongue
And vocal cords or vital signs
It's the realm of measurement
Not in a tangible grasp
Fill your [?] ask
What's with all the words so fast
Now we make the boom bap to pan emotions on
Four, four, count to run around a mountain's [?] on
The classic analogue, step program to the sequencer
Or dump inside you're favorite software that blow's your speakers up
[Hook]
I know my path has been laid
And I got to walk [?] road
Not sure which actions will make
That easier than hard to follow
But, one thing I know
We gonna' steal this crown and take it on back home into the land of gold
For all them hands to hold
From the hottest of bodies
To the coldest bones

[Outro]
Hot bodies to cold bones
We gonna' steal the crown and take it home
Hot bodies to cold bones
We gonna' steal the crown and take it home
We gonna' steal the crown and take it back now
We gonna' steal that crown and take it back now
We gonna' steal the crown and take it home
Hot bodies to cold bones