Verse 1 (Analog Dive):
H.I. put yo hands up like your trying to catch a fire/
Let it burn, we got the calluses of barbed wire/
we live like star-scrapers, the sky is old technology/
popped Virgo's cherry, and dove into her biology/ 4
moving her celestial body I am her music/
a genius in astrology, spoke her body language fluent/
now that's a new level of fly, Hi I'm Analog Dive/
nerves flapping in my gut like butterfly knives/
I smell the rot inside, your beauty’s selling false hope/
You want me to pay you with respect I'm sorry but I'm
BROKE/
Not even a penny for your thoughts, when your talk is dirt cheap/
I don't fuck with silicon, find me a body that bleeds/
my music has a voice so alive that you can feel it breath/
the kind that makes a canary feel out of it's league/
come with me, we'll ride these clouds until our wings fall off/
I'm bulletproof... laughing in your mexican stand off/

Chorus:
Keep Running, keep running, keep running, running through the clouds/
Keep Running, keep running, keep running, running through the clouds/
We stand like Starscrapers, the sky looks like the ground/
Bang with us now from the rhythm to the sound/

Verse 2 (FreeWill):
With everything I do, I leave a statement when its done/
While ya’ll left without a clue,mind blank, twisted tongue/
Hold a candle up to me? Kids your flame is getting snuffed/
My vibe’s fire, flying HI’r than the state of which I’m from/
And I’m used to get stung For just being myself/
but now I’m comfortable with buzz, And my queen be keeping me in good health/
Creepin in stealth,drippin’ this honey/
That come from loud sour flowers i’ll jus keep it 100/
The demons are coming, and gonna wanna fumigate ya/
It’s a jungle out there and this is human nature/
Haters, just waiting for the crown they could steal/
Like, why their face look like they’re sipping’ on the sourest milk?/
They better pray that I ain’t looking for an hour to kill/
cuz I will stop time dead, And thats the power of Will/
Sound that’ll thrill the second that I hop in the booth,/
I’m like a Jimi, rock hard when I hop on the blues!/

*Chorus*

Verse 3 (Analog Dive)
Show your teeth Hip-Hop, don’t be scared to hide the plaque/
Pick out the shrapnel scraps from when we used to battle rap/
Let’s bring it back like Vinyl, crack like a fault line/
step up to the stage like this shit is a gold mine/4
They call me inertia, the way I put things in motion/
Now put your hands up like your drowning in an ocean/
We need to come together, all this separation is dangerous/
and connect like the eyebrows on Anthony Davis/8
I’m like a molotov stage diving the game/
You’re trying to stage dive the fame and your face found estate/
straight to the ground with no hands to embrace/
with a crack to your skull you finally got your break/12
Fuck being gentle with the dentals, you ain’t on my level/
I put it together better than a Japanese bento/…
Let’s get mental, live life like a kid without parental’s/
then dance with the devil like a drunk chick in stilettos/16

*Chorus*