Proof of Concept ft. Chumzilla Lyrics

So I was given the opportunity to do some things

Use the wings, fly a little higher, a maneuver flings

The mood it swings, running rings around a rainbow

Taking the time to soak it in and then arrange flows

Who's got the set of words to properly direct the verse

I ought to be a mess of nerves

But, somehow, I'm staying calm in the midst of this

Making songs, Chumzilla still assisted with

80 beats a single folder, that's the randomness

Digging through to find the treasure that I ramble in

Putting on my shoes with the lifts to walk it out

No disrespect to Steve Rifkind, that is not allowed

The beat's different, so I change adapt accordingly

Not stacking paper, make them clap with rap for sure it's heat

Take a tour or three, we're providing the guidance

And if required, we're bringing the fire to hydrants

But this one here, nah, it's pretty chill

So I write it to the plant leaves swaying on the window sill

My wife's the one handling all the of variegation

I sneak downstairs to write, my oldest son barely awakened

The younger son is already eating toaster strudels

Leaving flakes on the iPad, playing games with hopeful movements

Crouching over the screen like those old dudes with Mah Jongg

Back in the days when China was my home, a lost song

The culture war survivor smoking Marleys at the postal

I'm buying stamps to mail loneliness that's hopeful

Back in my spot, I've got a giant paper on the wall

Listing who and when I mailed my letters to, I want to stall

A friend mailed me aromatics and so I'm smoking them

As though I travel to my home again, lungs are broken in

It won't begin to help the isolated, but I try

Strike the match and breathe in deeply with my wonder why