Thinking back, back when? Back then?
You mean when we use to give them desk a massage with the pen
Beats flowing from our hands, yeah we became great men
Building verses, remixes, laying back, we rehearse
No curses, poking fun at words, they claiming us to be nerds
This just what could have been, A day in our life chapter none
What if we became the sun? And took it to the sky
Could we take the world? Form a tropical storm?
Then become a hurricane while remaining insane, I mean calm?
We become enemies of the high ones, no we the fly ones
We are the sly ones, we were known, our name large
We were that Entourage, now we don’t exist
No we don’t do mixes, nor do we tune fixes
Now we are just words unspoken no I’m not joking
No provoking, why because we are the most unspoken of