How I calculate all this
Moves made in the uncle ruckus of loud silence
Visions lost in the click and the tick of a rusted timex
Emotion, simmering in the pyrex
Convince the jury, the defense rest
10 seconds left, gimme da rock, say less
Built for the pressure
Doc scholls in my insole
Take over, in the spirit in the depth of my inner soul
Yeah, born by the light on the corner on the pole
Born of the light