Making Planets - Edan, Mr. Lif

The true blue fade with the artificial calendar

I be the balance of the chancellor answer

The dance floor dominator flavor complicator

Accommodate a greater rate of data Fantasia

The soul of a giant;

I’m bold and defiant

My science electrify the unplugged appliance

Shoot my television, walk outdoors and explore

With the innocence of kids age four

I frolic in the sand with a colony of ants

My particles expand building oxygen in plants

From Rakim to Caz, to Lakim Shabazz

I logically advance with the knowledge of the past

Motivate a giraffe, wrote a page-and-a-half

Known for paving a path in the waves with a staff

The music is rap, my favorite color is math

The plan of attack is bless a planet with wax

The caterer, the Darth Vader of the cross fader

You should never be afraid of the arm from all laborers

We stay patient as we lay the foundation

In a simple composition for the future generation

Let me introduce myself, as stealth

You seen nothing;

you stepped into my realms and found suffering

Chaos is turned into seance and burned

Calculated versus estimated, spirituality earned

Worms leaking out your orifices sort of vicious

You picked the portal, which is filled with dwarves and witches

Get gauged from spell casts, hell’s vast needles and torture racks

Torsos hatched, do you want all for that?

Pain, you can’t explain landscapes of flame

Frames of inhospitables are crushed in the minerals

Your plans foiled after watching me plant soil

Your pants spoiled throttled and bottled as Penzoil

Fuel is my ruling, the seeds of my doing

Your deaths will be the pudding that the proof’s in, I’m never coolin'

When God took a day off, I had him laid-off

All week, he wanted concrete to remain soft

Salem’s Lot’s my vacation spot

Often hoppin' out of coffins steady rockin' while you rottin'

Rollin' with a big gang of brothers with fangs

Megadope, use a telescope I’m peepin' my slang…