Architek By Teknical Development .IS Hook X4   Rocking the mic, Speaking my soul Building on life, Lost in the sound Found in my words, Touch by the source Live from the mind, Represent all   Verse One   He left church with a verse he's running in fear/ The thief in disguise, he captivated by the moment of forgiveness/ Words scream in the pain of silence/ What's this content worth?/ Is it worth its weight in gold?/ Or the twist of the minds of the youth?/ Tragic days in the scene of where I'm standing/ My opinion, I give a fuck what tomorrow says/ Talk about now, the craft creates, unclear but precise/ A rope long enough can hang you twice/ One chance to decide/ Do you pick from the petals of life/ Distractions held by the source of mental eclipse/ Reflected distortion cracks the mirror of this rawness/ A shadow speaks, excited by the light/ The words are crawl but so is the dark/ Need to weigh the balance/ What's revenge but a word or a sound?/ Before the action, is it worth the thought in the action of violence?/ Crossed your mind then ask yourself the question/ Stuck in a cell, dead man walking, or dead in a box/ Now  the soul booms, further from  the other side/ To kill time use conversation, the spirits like to talk/ Repetition from the AM/ Hold that thought mark the canvas and build on life/ Hook X4 Rocking the mic, Speaking my soul Building on life, Lost in the sound Found in my words, Touch by the source Live from the mind, Represent all   Verse 2   Kicking up dust with a ruffness/ Harsh ways in the steer of the storm/ The presence is felt/ Focus on the evil eye/ It's steering back with the nature opposite in force/ Throw a six for fun for real/ Lets discus the darkness three fold/ Respect to the triple untold/ Kicking knowledge on the steps of the page/ Far from lines of crime/ Half the truth further see the bills get paid/ The motive in the section of greed/ Diseased by the race where the beat plays/ The rat and the tail/ How many tries till the point is made/ How many rhymes are said/ Lock up on the microphone, touch your soul with sense/ Once again the craft is never ending/ Love, build, grow, destroy resurrect/ Hate on the other and with your self you dance till the record ends/ Track the mystic of the OS/ Another Omniverse speaks, the spark in the Boom/ Not a play on words, no pleasure in the act/ Picture the fix, a point of self and take it from there/ Picture the power moves from the truth in the glare/   Hook X4   Rocking the mic, Speaking my soul/ Building on life, Lost in the sound/ Found in my words, Touch by the source/ Live from the mind, Represent all/