From chasing spirits around the kitchen table
To these written words on the pages
Stuck in the jewel of exercising the mind
The body holds stance in the form of little idea
Spirit marvels with the matter
The spark in the life
The all in one, and one for all
As above and so below, today the word is clear
Free on the page, bare faced
No hidden codes, expose your darkness
Black powers of abuse
Love these raps, love this vibration
The same from the start till the end
From the crown point
Flow the source like a fountain
Reaching from the steps like a child
Calling for his or her parents
Who's listening?
Feel the gauge to rhyme the answers
Test the waters
Couple months ago I handed both my daughters metal folks
Told em' bend em' five minutes later runnin' out their bedroom
Explaining in excitement what happen
Shit is real
Like materialisation of a plastic cup
Three of us saw it happen
Or like DNT banging on the front door
Late night "Tek look up"
Both of us caught by this bright light, still
With a warm glow, from no movement
To just speeding of and there they go
So many untold stories
The fact that another side exist within my life as plane as can be
The basic daily simple life of Tek
Love communication, voices from the singing unseen
Teknical Development.Is & Radsch - Who's Listening? Lyrics
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From chasing spirits around the kitchen table
To these written words on the pages
Stuck in the jewel of exercising the mind
The body holds stance in the form of little idea
Spirit marvels with the matter
The spark in the life
The all in one, and one for all
As above and so below, today the word is clear
Free on the page, bare faced
No hidden codes, expose your darkness
Black powers of abuse
Love these raps, love this vibration
The same from the start till the end
From the crown point
Flow the source like a fountain
Reaching from the steps like a child
Calling for his or her parents
Who's listening?
Feel the gauge to rhyme the answers
Test the waters
Couple months ago I handed both my daughters metal folks
Told em' bend em' five minutes later runnin' out their bedroom
Explaining in excitement what happen
Shit is real
Like materialisation of a plastic cup
Three of us saw it happen
Or like DNT banging on the front door
Late night "Tek look up"
Both of us caught by this bright light, still
With a warm glow, from no movement
To just speeding of and there they go
So many untold stories
The fact that another side exist within my life as plane as can be
The basic daily simple life of Tek
Love communication, voices from the singing unseen
To these written words on the pages
Stuck in the jewel of exercising the mind
The body holds stance in the form of little idea
Spirit marvels with the matter
The spark in the life
The all in one, and one for all
As above and so below, today the word is clear
Free on the page, bare faced
No hidden codes, expose your darkness
Black powers of abuse
Love these raps, love this vibration
The same from the start till the end
From the crown point
Flow the source like a fountain
Reaching from the steps like a child
Calling for his or her parents
Who's listening?
Feel the gauge to rhyme the answers
Test the waters
Couple months ago I handed both my daughters metal folks
Told em' bend em' five minutes later runnin' out their bedroom
Explaining in excitement what happen
Shit is real
Like materialisation of a plastic cup
Three of us saw it happen
Or like DNT banging on the front door
Late night "Tek look up"
Both of us caught by this bright light, still
With a warm glow, from no movement
To just speeding of and there they go
So many untold stories
The fact that another side exist within my life as plane as can be
The basic daily simple life of Tek
Love communication, voices from the singing unseen
Writer: Dean Boyaram
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid