walk the walk

And the world will look upon me like the death monster

When the girls look upon me like I'm the play master

I'm the great thinker, a late sleeper and a date keeper

Possessing the oracle, traits of the late cancer

And when the world blows me away they can thank me for this

Predicament, prophets, integrity and the abyss

The almighty world is at mercy of my fingertips

Make the ants and the bees play to the rules that I keep

They say death and sleep are like cousins, so they don't sleep

But I say fuck deaths and sleeps 'cause the city doesn't sleep

Dancing with the devil till the wee hours of each night

So death must be embedded within broad daylights

See the problem is we submit to death readily

The mind is more vulnerable than you think, irony

Lies between the lines we see in statements, declaration

Yet the subconscious refuses to admit the addiction

What do we see? What do we perceive? What do we believe?

Deliberate faith or the tricks up the magician's sleeve

I can sit here all day and talk gibberish talk

But when it comes to the walk you still have to walk the walk