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A Way to the Moon (feat. Omega Cix & DJ Packo)

from shore lines by Sans

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lyrics

[Verse 1: Sans]
S A N S, spell it right on the check
Omega Cix in the cut, we came to flex
They talk about boom bap as if it’s dead
But Ohtoro make Jumanji drums beat in your chest
I got no problem vivisecting a rhythm section
Went from respecting to recording with living legends
HI hip hop, live in effect
From the middle of the rim where the fire is kept
Hot spot on these wack rappers, the red beam
No trigger warning, my tongue’ll let the lead steam
Jetstream, chemtrail conspiracies
Invader Zinn, revise your history
I been GIR, lazy Susan I been turnt
Bruce Lee, stop looking at my finger
Unleavened, I don’t do it for the bread
I rap to murder–killing time until I’m dead

[Verse 2: Omega Cix]
It's the Black Japanther with a rack of antlers
Me and Sans collab like a crab to Cancer
Ain't no zodiac can hold me back, twelve step culture trap
The only sign I follow is at the mouth of a cul-de-sac
Stop it, it be the year of the ostrich
Made a hole in one to put your noggins in coffins
Got beef with broccoli, turn tea to coffee
My pen is Murakami, my brush is Miyazaki
Do you copy? Keep the egg yolk saucey
Spam on delete, lather black toast sloppy
Butter knife, bloody sword, cut a rug, cut a cord
Put your hands together make my ouija board a hoverboard
Tentacle of man-of-war, dental floss tug-of-war
You know I got you open like a poltergeist to cupboard doors
Ghostly, Omega wolf/cub: lonely
I model my maneuvers after Thor's brother, low key

[Verse 3: Sans]
Best ever, zen fellas with antennas
Tuned into the moon, tired of vendettas
Cix and I ain’t trendsetters we trench dwellers
Fence sitters won’t buy what they sell us
[Omega Cix]
Like Monica playing tennis
Back and forth, half the court followed me through the entrance
Secret knock, don't let em in, I spit the eighth deadly sin
Dance around the city, write graffiti with an epipen

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from shore lines, released November 11, 2020

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