MoonRock Real Version

Apocalyptic, Bionic fitted, Realistic cryptic,

Statistics for being, stylistic, acting ballistic,

Acrylic design, Made for analytic in it's prime,

Time to rhyme, My words are optimistic, twisted in grime,

So now you know, The pressure to grow, and pressure to climb,

In a world, all time low, Infested with crime.

Hear this chime, as the flow begins to get so twisted.

As the weight of the world is lifted, and gravity is shifted,

Reality is different, and hood rappers are gifted,

I just drifted up into the listed world, as I paint this picture so damn vivid.

Mechanical, satanical, and damn wicked, Graphical, dynamical,

weird animals that coexisted. See this lyrics so damn fitting to the vibe

and the flow, so fluid with this music it's almost damn sublime.

I can't just rhyme there has to be substance intertwined.

In my mind, words connecting, amusing as they bind.