<< LYRICS >> FRANTIC: Poetry, my first love, let me offer you a ring Let’s meld ourselves together, what will our future bring? From scribbles in a math notebook, the first time that we met You’ve been by my side, no surprise, raining or sunset So many notebooks, filled with trash and gold Still burning embers, a flame unmatched to hold You set a fire in me, then you winked and sent me on this journey These syllables and metaphors, my tongue would yearn to speak You gave me my voice, a pennant poised to hoist Ironically became a place to shelter from the noise Pen and paper alloys, a shell with which to grace Scribbling and scratching ink stains on my carapace Let’s make haste, let’s get to it, let’s make our kind of music Ever since this love was shown to me, my heart could not refuse it My first ode to you my dear, certainly not the last My heart beats fast, past me aghast, they can watch how long we last This union that we have, let’s push ourselves the farthest This is just the beginning, I know i’ll try my hardest But you gotta make a lotta garbage if you want to be an artist Let’s make something to look back on, and smile at where it started Conspiratory jeering glory, more than what it seems Similes as strong as impredicativity The nettles pour, memories of sticks and trees The hissing streams, it would be remiss of me We were handed someone else's dreams and ambitions Couldn’t comprehend complicit, maybe that’s what’s been missing If it means that you’ll revisit, a past so wrong and twisted Would you reveal, would you risk it? If you screamed, would they listen? This spraycan-stained hand, purveyor of the strange lands Remain damned, clamped to scorch stained plans Scoff at those who grasp hourglasses, grams of sand I’d rather rage a rain dance, seeking risen fey plans Emerge from the forest, portents of blood and bone I’ll watch you die in your cities, licking flames in mud and stone I say that with no malice, tears pour into your chalice I’ll be howling at the moon beneath aurora borealis CHORUS Hello World, it’s nice to meet (Hello World!) Happy Birthday to a brand new beast (Happy Birthday!) x2 KID SOLOMON: Average height, medium build No more waiting for these shoes to get filled highly versatile brain child, lyrically skilled Any ape can use a tool but watch a real man drill A nice Chianti and your flesh on the grill Red stains on the carpet like a cabernet spill Step into the valley of hyenas, you get killed (Metaphorically of course, cause I'm a pacifist still) Shadow boxing with my demons in the rafters Confront the darkness till they out me put me out to pasture Striving to overcome my addictions and attachments To discipline the self is how your truly kill your masters I fell in love with language when I was only yay high Steady diet of humble pie, but now I rise I slice and dice my opponents and don’t apologize This mid-size writer’s a prize fighter, take you by surprise. CHORUS Hello World, it’s nice to meet (Hello World!) Happy Birthday to a brand new beast (Happy Birthday!) x2 KID SOLOMON But let me take you back to ninth grade Just a wide-eyed kid putting words on a page Senior year, I’m performing for my peers; Let me introduce you to a kid who has no fear Always in trouble for talking in class, The usual suspects, yeah, we got the the gift of the gab They tried, but they could never keep me quiet Try to muzzle this pup, and you gon’ get the incisors Passion burning like a fire in my chest, The call to of the wild says “young man, go west” I use my brain like a bulletproof vest: Don’t let the feelings out, keep em locked in the depths. But then I found a world of words to help me understand my heart, I wrote poems to keep from falling apart. Discovered a talent, a touch of fire in the tongue, And ever since then to this craft I've clung So fly, so far-fetched and far flung I think rhyme, spit rhythm, and now I'm done Ha! That last line was a fucking lie I keep spitting till the day I die My man Frantic ain't just shooting the breeze You gotta plant seeds if you wanna these see trees gotta make a lotta garbage if you want to be an artist, so I till soil and still toil for the harvest You might be thinking 'What a damn conflagration Of sound and fury and lyrical presentation!" We don't hold back, cause that is not our function Shiiit, this is just the introduction... Chorus: Hello World, it’s nice to meet (Hello World!) Happy Birthday to a brand new beast (Happy Birthday!) x2

<< LYRICS >> “There is a cliff whose high and bending head looks fearfully in the confine deep. Bring me but to the very brim of it! From that place I shall no leading need…” (King Lear, Act IV Scene 1). FRANTIC: It’s a nervous excitement, couldn't fight it heart in my throat as I stood and confided in the nearby trees and it seemed that my voice reached them, cutting through the gulls’ screams A response came then in a questioning lilt “You’re really going to share all this ink that you've spilt?” the anger, the fear, the doubt and the guilt brandish this blade with its half-made hilt with eyes sealed tight and hair windswept a smile on my lips and a heart that leapt this nurtured flame so carefully kept could never be less: foot to edge and I leapt! both feet first, heart fit to burst this is Loki’s turf, screaming “please choke, terfs!” flirt with disaster, new skills to master skirt round the pastors, crooks in the pasture laughter in the pain, joy in the rain if I say that enough it could be my refrain there's no shame in chasing what you want to be always wanted to be an artist with a pen and a beat pardon me, what you're hearing here is a part of me and honestly? the pressure i put on myself can make it hard to breathe, might just leave. might just cease, might make peace might forget about the man that i seek to be might forget the plan, the hopes, the scheme can't regret or fail if you choke your dreams... ha! nope! did'ja buy it? with failure i am non-compliant rising roaring wings spread soaring never boring, soul contorted lyrics hoarded, self important thought so foreign, once so sordid twice distorted, thrice reported to have something to say? Well, fuck, let's record it KID SOLOMON: No man has leapt off the edge and survived No guarantee you'll come out of this alive But what lost light lurks in the beyond The night is always darkest before the dawn Black hole in the side of the hill Darker than the deeds that who stalk you still Sign above the door strikes you with a sudden fear “Beware, all ye who enter here!” Find your way to the unknown island planets die and stars are shining. Point of no return, im blinded Pulled into the event horizon No time to stay home while we reminisce Enter the void, strike forth for the conduit Steal fire from the gods like Prometheus Teeter on the edge, higher than a pegasus And to say the fall is deadly would be generous No extra life, this ain't no Sega genesis Prepare to lose it all if you step to this One step between the poet and the precipice One step between the poet and the precipice (One step, one step, one step...) BRIDGE: Approach the edge, No telling what's ahead I try to get some sleep when I am dead Approach the future, Take a risk Abandon all your understanding Find your bliss Approach the precipice I can't resist it Though pitch is vicious, I embrace the distance Approach the edge And feel your tension tighten. Surrender fully to the fear that you are fighting KS: “Eat the rich“ is now the slogan All the things the wealthy are withholding I'm emboldened to take a leap of faith and let the fire blaze. Accepting I am always slowly dying Until the day I find my true alignment Kill your masters and your darlings, spill your insides. Aching arms arriving at the summit Stepping off the edge with churning stomach Wind caress my body gently as I plummet It's a long way down and I am falling Telling truth has now Become a calling All our knowledge worth the trade, Now watch the surface fade. F: The surface fades, eyes that glaze Set like Sol in a dusky haze A winking eye, a blink in my, Gaze burns bright, horizons sight Feet that entreat, a toe-tapped spire I’m the least of Eden and my soul sings choirs Plead, entreat to the great denier Stack me up with driftwood for the pyre Harp on bygones, more of a lyre A tired heart and a co-conspirer Oh so dire, shoes to the edge Oh there he goes so elusive again Elucidate this elusive place Gather with the ghoulish, loose mask displace Rotten reticent, retreat, replace Emboldened gaze, broke through the haze OUTRO: “Oh bless you. Now, fellow, fare thee well... “Good sir!” “Ahhh..!” “Alive or dead?” (King Lear, Act IV Scene VI).

<< LYRICS>> Kid Solomon: I like to pretend that I was born the illest But the boy became a man with the help of the village Gotta bring a boon back, face the desert and the blizzard And divvy up the goods with the rest of the chilluns. Frantic: Creases in the lines of the scripture that they preach Wolfish in their habits infiltrating the clergy Arrival, discovery, tumblers spitting teeth When the key is more akin to a sheep wearing fleece KS: Alive but disheveled, we stumble through the breach And fumble for the pieces of our shattered sanity Eyes crossed, arms flapping like a parakeet Can’t back down, like they double-dog-daring me F: Daring me, comparing me, a bark or with a growl Atoms formed from dust, churchs gold plated trowel Need me i’m in the woods with the foxes and the owls Triple check all your locks when we’re out and on the prowl KS: Yeah we prowling deep into the bowels of the earth, Hoping for the best, but prepared for the worst Not even sure what we're seeking, but we start the search A journey of a thousand miles starts with a step first. F: Destination far, origin in pits of tar The prose is flowery, the attitude is dog star Repertoire removed rudely, wrenched from the reservoirs Origin story gory, poorly scribed in my memoirs KS: Flames flicker and the shadows lurch Found a pile of gold, but it’s probably cursed Finally emerge at the top of the mountain Find a blind man meditating, bearded and soundless Begging him for answers, but he doesn’t say a word Only gestures to the perch of a nearby bird So we leave empty-handed, only silence heard For the young and foolish, wisdom always sounds absurd F: In the basement made a face meant for masquerade And lately these days fades at a faster rate If I get the look right maybe I can master fate If I can spin straw to jade, a fusillade of accolades The truth seduced me with its cordial intrusion My bedroom roof thinks my dreams are mournful delusions Normally a place for me to chase flying z’s, but Lately it's a stage for my anxieties KS: Anxious, but we forge ahead at any cost To find your way home, you might have to get lost Take an arrow in the heel, break the shaft off Discovery hovering just ahead, and so we blast off Fight a wild beast, leap from rock to rock, A sword-swing parried and a fireball blocked. Faded map written on ancient piece of cloth, Swing across the chasm on a vine, Lara Croft Have to lose your mind if you truly want to find it Real danger, fighting for our survival Gaze into the eyes of the obsidian idol Eventually the exodus becomes an arrival F: Arrival, I’m heading west with Fievel Ghosts on my shoulder, yeah, I guess I’ll hang with the alive though Time grows, and casts its insistent shadow Antlers on my forehead, shoulders meant for nine crows The spine bows, with its creaks and groans My peaks and lows, at least these sticks and stones Couldn’t reach me at my nadir and never touch my zenith Teach me how to make fear my crutch and my apprentice It’s Frantic, so called Mr. Fantastic Set me a goal and watch me reach out and grab it. Never meant to be on a mic, these moments so candid, Whooped ass, then I canned it; lit a flame, then I fanned it.

<< LYRICS >> KID SOLOMON: First pick in the game, charmander Late night grind tryna raise the standard Putting in 10,000 hours at the dojo Dragon-style for life, we got the mojo You know me, Height average, build medium Burn red hot, Fire-type, charmeleon Frequent flier on the mic, never get the jitters, Went from the runt of the litter to a heavy-hitter, Now the kids all groan like a dad joke, And you know I got it covered like a rain coat Wu-tang flow so sick that it's painful Mix it up, mix it up like a coke float Feeling so fresh prints like a snow day Got ya boi jumping like a pump fake Everything I own in a suitcase Hair today, gone tomorrow like a toupee This is martial lyricism mixed with the dark arts Stand any closer and you're gonna be wearing some charred garb You think the kid spit fire now and these bars hard? Wait till I evolve like a mother****ing charizard FRANTIC: ha! maybe it's a joke maybe it's lazy, the way that i emote maybe it's a phrase, he's afraid that he mispoke never for the praise, a display that he invoked or maybe it's the truth and silence and the reason The proof and the science, the defiance of the heathen set loose with a violence undefined in every season aloof with the violets, stunned to find he's still sleepin but fishing’s swell at the wishing well I christened myself and dismissed the crown but the machine tells of a blistering sound existing between a blush and frown it won't be bound, pound the ground unleash and feast on the smoking town lope and growl, choke the howl my trees three feet, brought a rope and trowel hidden here is a chest with a fortune from which to wrest, just ignore the shattered souls, broken hulls and the wrecks. Maybe it’s a test, nothing more, nothing less, Maybe this is purgatory: cursed or blessed CHORUS Off the edge of the map (Here be Dragons) Throw away the map (Here be Dragons) Too late to turn back (Here be Dragons) Nothing but some fire-breathing heathens (Here be Dragons) KID SOLOMON: Not concerned with appearances, we got a trashy fashion Our sole mission is to make shit happen, So dope that it’s gauche, and we're never lacking in passion This that wax on, wax off kinda action The smouldering ruins of the city is my legacy Reckless with the rhymes, spit vicious and unabashedly Murder a verse and saunter away nonchalantly Please do not at me, all these Chads, Karens and Chatty-Kathys Still young, but they say I got an old soul Working harder than an elf at the north pole Uphill both ways like some old folks Bust ass till we reach that goal post Still working on the craft like Blair witch Throw a few shots back like a small fish Nothing but net when I shoot, that's a big swish Crew so motley, looking like misfits UH - Savage bars, they call me a barbarian Dragon blood coursing through our veins: targaryen Call me Drogon, Smaug, or Seeth the Scaleless; Came to crush the castle cause the royalty has failed us FRANTIC: Worst of times I can still Slur out my lines And they will Spur on my mind No standstill No landfill, Gold? Got a panful cold? get a candle, sold by the handful take my hand, follow me, shall we dance till midnight’s bite? alright, frying pans and fires, tap dancing on the handle ha! still going, still here and still growing nearly overflowing, veneer’s golden glowing all self-taught, clearly I am showing sincerely I am hoping the mirror will stop its gloating unlikely in all truth, I was once called “weirdly confident” wasn't sure how to respond to it: Despondent to here rockin it. Guess I was once the opposite, sometimes I feel so fraudulent if the inner you feels incompetent, at least try to be cognizant strange to choose to have something to prove, to make something new, to have something to lose and how it grew, loose thoughts to stew blue this up to a brand new hue i could rhyme to a laughtrack, scratch that, under a ladder giving daps to a black cat always been a lil abstract, gas mask so sick, need one of those ^ and a straus flask CHORUS KID SOLOMON: Resistant to (1) magic, (2) fire, (3) bullshit and (4) trickery; All you sword-and-board punks better keep your distance, step carefully. I’ll roast a GOAT, put your carcass on a rotisserie. Leave zero doubts in your mind about where the dragons be Got a question for tha boi?? Best be asking it. I'm not the source of the vibes, I'm just the catalyst Tapping into the arcane flame and then we channel it Party nearby? best believe we'll be crashing it. Burn the whole place down like a smoke show Still hunting for a bounty like Solo Kessel run twelve parsecs with the cargo We all know Han shot first, that's a low blow, Vocab’s rich but I'm not fancy still from the same old block like jenny Slapdash, I don't fly first class, So gauche, just put me in coach, im ready Bitches wanna slay me, but I don’t give two shits You wanna battle, boy? you better bring your oven mitts Hoarding this treasure, plus our wingspans the largest Your whole squad dead in one breath: Dracarys. CHORUS

<< LYRICS>> FRANTIC: here we are, the triumphant return a chest full of spoils, adventure adjourned a lesson in toil, scratches and burns plans made and foiled, reflected and learned if we knew had it ended, would we still set out i'll smile and wave for the beckoning crowd take me in their arms, we made it home now wide smiles, eyes hide a rumbling cloud they never told me how a journey could change you emerge victorious, with a soul that’s stained through who knew that came with a bit of melancholy wrists bound on up by the thread of ariadne when you skim to the win by the skin of your teeth a glimmering shimmer in the grin of the beast when the quiver yawns vacant, an empty sheathe when you hurl yourself howling to the swirling breach each coated and cloaked in smoke, throat chokes those ghosts that awoke, evoked oak and spoke guttural growls and half-coughed croaks mustering howls and a last lost joke feet hit the ground, and return to present adoring adulation, festive, resplendent the sun’s clawed through the oppressive sky lungs deep sigh, single tear from my eye golden light on my face and a slow cracked smile a sight to embrace and a woe to reconcile for night, love, i brace, let's lie awake a little while a plight to erase, a life to recompile when a changed man reaches home is it still really his? its smaller, he's taller, still stumbles on in nothing’s changed, and everything’s changed what he brings and what he left: that age-old exchange > CHORUS: It’s all I want to see home one more time It’s all I hoped for x2 KID SOLOMON: Get a load of this, my metamorphosis Rock and roll like I’m in the myth of Sisyphus Body breaks with the weight of apotheosis I know it’s never hopeless, i just need to find my focus But you gotta find the beauty in the undergrowth Hustle hard, be humble and let the rest go But Life is tricky, stay with me, it’s such a mess, though No magic rabbit, no suit and tie yelling “presto!” I won't be swayed by the siren song of Calypso My mantra YOLO, my motto is Conquiesco Kid Sol got the goods from the get-go I’m still stewing, nothing spicier than my next flow But is all the sound and fury just to satisfy my ego? Or do I speak to edify my people? Blazing a trail for those who remain, Carving a space for others to rise up and claim I lie awake at night, hoping it’s not a waste The prayers that I mumble and the dreams that I chase Wrestle with my perfectionism, waiting for the come-up Every time I reach the top there’s another summit Can a man be both compassionate and strong? Spitting couplets on a budget, watch me carry-on Sleeping peaceful in Yddrasil with no clothes on I blast tunes, carve runes, and hope for another dawn. How you so rough on yourself when you a diamond? How we know the science but still killing our climate? How'd we get so fucking far out of alignment? How we looking for joy our whole life and can’t find it? Nobody else can convince you that you're worthy Still learning that painful lesson, I’m almost thirty Blood, sweat and tears from the uterus to the gurney Gotta make the most of the journey. > CHORUS KS: What's the difference between the battle and the voyage home? Between a man and a boy? Between a prophecy and a poem? F: The house of Savoy, a pretender to the throne, A thief of joy and a hearth or a home? KS: Would you rather be Achilles or Odysseus? Warriors are welcoming the radiance F: Eurydice, wink-n-see, a bit insidious Black and white thinking that turned to gradients > CHORUS KS: Precious little time between the cradle and grave, I pray you're brave enough to set sail and face the waves, F: Lessons and rhymes, and a fable so depraved I'll stay amidst the blades if it means that y'all are saved KS: And if you make it home, you'll never be the same F: alive still to roam, no master to obey TOGETHER: Shake away the dismay, gaze at my domain Wake up the next day, do it all again. Outro: And whether we two shall meet again, I know not... Goodnight, good brother!