Chorus (Ayla)
Ricochet syllables, undefeatable
Tongue like a wager, later is made but won't
Grab this moment alive, lift, flee or fight
This battle not made of fists but of
Ricochet syllables, undefeatable
Tongue like a wager, later is made but won't
Grab this moment alive, lift, flee or fight
This battle not made of fists but of…

You gotta reach your name
Listen as it falls around
You - gotta call this game
Take it and run on, til you…
(run on, run on…)


Verse 1 (Mr. Lif)

Now lemme pitch bombs
Switch forms
Switch norms
Perform in dorms
Ring the alarm
You late for class?
Well then that's that ass
But tell em you were listening to this and you'll pass

I'm swiftly gifted
(Now look what Lif did)
The earth has shifted
(He's magic
Mystic)

The weather changed
Soon as he grew another brain
I lock most in the cosmos and maintain

You filing a complaint?
Man, you wanna complain?
I pull you in for a handshake, then I maim

I change your structure
Cause I'm the sculptor
I checked your skull bruh
It looks discolored

So I splash paint so faint it ain't there
The mural is perilous
Portrait of nightmare

Reoccurring
I see you blurring
You're physically fading
I'm oscillating....

Chorus (Ayla)
Ricochet syllables, undefeatable
Tongue like a wager, later is made but won't
Grab this moment alive, lift, flee or fight
This battle not made of fists but of
Ricochet syllables, undefeatable
Tongue like a wager, later is made but won't
Grab this moment alive, lift, flee or fight
This battle not made of fists but of…

You gotta reach your name
Listen as it falls around
You - gotta call this game
Take it and run on, til you…
(run on, run on…)

Verse 2 (Zumbi of Zion I)

its the mythical
master math
general-science
equation rock
evolve decibels
sit back relax
its all bless-able-
mic chrome
my oms are conceptual-
data bank think tank
consensual-
thoughts patterns emerge
are mad flexible-
verbs get served
when i swerve-
catalytic convert
my nerves from the surge-
electro magnetic-
panoramic-
run in panic
the foot stomp
gigantic-
old school tim boot
bullet proof coupe
with a soul loop
galvanize the whole troop-
energetic calisthenic
the neck snap
whippin ya wig back
so let it-
flow cleaner
radiant so I
say medina-
thru the gradient
we maintain
life's sweeter

Chorus (Ayla)
Ricochet syllables, undefeatable
Tongue like a wager, later is made but won't
Grab this moment alive, lift, flee or fight
This battle not made of fists but of
Ricochet syllables, undefeatable
Tongue like a wager, later is made but won't
Grab this moment alive, lift, flee or fight
This battle not made of fists but of…

You gotta reach your name
Listen as it falls around
You - gotta call this game
Take it and run on, til you…
(run on, run on…)

Verse 3 (Mr. Lif)

I'm at happy hour
With Rutger Hauer
The Hitcher
The picture...
Makes the colors seem richer
The richter
Splits in half from earth crush
Then the fire from the fuse
Refused to burn brush

The earth has land but chose to pose water
The sacrifice diced on a
Liquid altar...
Regenerated
Emulated proof of life after

Forensics
point their pens at
Spell caster

At which point I slip through wormhole
Set on turbo
While hypothermal
Cryogenic sleep keep my rap style fresh
My form don..
titanium
My new flesh

Now which MC's flip galaxies with ease
Besides me
The human equinox
With locks

I rip bars
And juggle stars
Over spans of time
To reach far
Beyond man's design

Chorus (Ayla)
Ricochet syllables, undefeatable
Tongue like a wager, later is made but won't
Grab this moment alive, lift, flee or fight
This battle not made of fists but of
Ricochet syllables, undefeatable
Tongue like a wager, later is made but won't
Grab this moment alive, lift, flee or fight
This battle not made of fists but of…

You gotta reach your name
Listen as it falls around
You - gotta call this game
Take it and run on, til you…
(run on, run on…)

END SONG