Island of 'Crete

My whole life has been styling the beat

Skating native, riding wild in the street

When I was chiefing, I'd skate miles for a G

Until I was banished to the island of Crete

Banished! Hungry for authenticity, I was

Famished! Wasting away the days, I needed

Ravishing! Fill me to the top, when

Sand washes away, you gotta build upon the rock

All hands on deck, idle time brings the devil, the

Plateau where I'm at now uses logic as the level

There is no see-sawing or teetering around the kettle

Our scale is oil to water, never settle

Militant strategy, monk-like meditation

Killing any apathy with structured dedication

Premises and math is what we use for medication, but

We can get biblical if you need some revelation

Thou shalt have no other gods before me

That includes sex, money and even weed

Music if you use it to escape from what you see, and

Booze if you can't go a week without a drink

Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God

Real talk, not babble like Nimrod

Humility is utility, it gets hard

Even Superman had to kneel before Zod

Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil, for thou art my friend

I left enemies in the wrong, so the right wins

Morally bankrupt don't deserve Divine ends

No man is an island according to plan, A

House divided against itself cannot stand

Friends, countrymen, lend me your hands

Enough pounds of pressure grants us pearls from our clams

Palms all day when we're fervent with the lesson

Psalms all prayed to confirm some intervention

All the more form to sustain forward momentum, the

Calm before the storm where it breaks reigns and ends some