Fine Print by Zachary Lake Lyrics
Who comes running into battle equipping a heart of platinum skills, flasked water, and binoculars given to enhance their vision?
Zooming through nil til nothin' disappears and I'll let you stand as my witness
I'm taking the floor girl, quick, sit and listen. He's flying off the hinges about to spin the world, rhymes unencrypted
Look out above, here goes something vicious
Encapsulated, yet I've got not a need for pills, here's my affadavit, laying these vocal drills until the Isopropyl distills
Yeah, aggregatin' violins to fiddles, jewels to a king's crown, it's no riddle that, no mystery how I built my castle upon a pair of stilts
Raking in 7 digits, now that I'm making up for a down, the power sleeps in my hands, meanwhile I'm not even proud
Flashing lightning in that pan, before the curtains close, I receive an invitation to take the stage back home
Back in the zone. Man, call claims on this planet, can't can these thoughts, may seem a bit outlandish
So what? I'm packing Taskforce Echo to anyone's heritage, a specialist in leadership speaking of ideas immeasurable, even with a meterstick
Stand under the umbrella and while I make it rain cats on dogs on the game, you can turn a frog into a prince
I once had a dream I was awake and they've been shaking nightmares ever since, I showered Eminem with pages from a dictionary
And told him "throw all the towels in." No, but seriously, reading ahead, my opposition must've been illiterate to synonyms
You can guess who sent them to bed and read them a story about how to change an entire genre of music with his voice and a pen
It's the superbowl, cause when I strike on the mic, I just drop the ball and hit all them pins
How's that for nineteen vibrant lines of fine print?
Zooming through nil til nothin' disappears and I'll let you stand as my witness
I'm taking the floor girl, quick, sit and listen. He's flying off the hinges about to spin the world, rhymes unencrypted
Look out above, here goes something vicious
Encapsulated, yet I've got not a need for pills, here's my affadavit, laying these vocal drills until the Isopropyl distills
Yeah, aggregatin' violins to fiddles, jewels to a king's crown, it's no riddle that, no mystery how I built my castle upon a pair of stilts
Raking in 7 digits, now that I'm making up for a down, the power sleeps in my hands, meanwhile I'm not even proud
Flashing lightning in that pan, before the curtains close, I receive an invitation to take the stage back home
Back in the zone. Man, call claims on this planet, can't can these thoughts, may seem a bit outlandish
So what? I'm packing Taskforce Echo to anyone's heritage, a specialist in leadership speaking of ideas immeasurable, even with a meterstick
Stand under the umbrella and while I make it rain cats on dogs on the game, you can turn a frog into a prince
I once had a dream I was awake and they've been shaking nightmares ever since, I showered Eminem with pages from a dictionary
And told him "throw all the towels in." No, but seriously, reading ahead, my opposition must've been illiterate to synonyms
You can guess who sent them to bed and read them a story about how to change an entire genre of music with his voice and a pen
It's the superbowl, cause when I strike on the mic, I just drop the ball and hit all them pins
How's that for nineteen vibrant lines of fine print?