[Unspoken Intro]
There are as many grains of sand on planet earth as there are known galaxies in the Universe.
Because there is shine, a mirror is made from sand. What does it take to unravel back?

[Verse 1]
(The Ego): Dawg, what you gonna do to this beat
That my man, Jigga Man, couldn’t do at his peak?
Perform this at a show and you’ll Boo’d from the seats,
Then see a bunch fans, hands down, moving their feet.
(E. Oks) Naaa, fuck that, my grove is elite,
With fingertips fin to reflect the moon with tweet
I’ve got the lunar key
To pocket two or three Opportunities
Since Saul (Williams) said all I got to do is breath…
See, sensei say sun ray wrote Evan his song.
Then light waves whispered, “You’re not this Evan for long,
Everything you reflect’s a feature in time, so
Back Up, Black Out and give the feature some shine.”

[Chorus - E. Oks & Tory Mathieson]
(Tory) Every time you come around…
(E. Oks) Notice as the podium cries…
(Tory) Feel it in your bones…
(E. Oks) Thick smoke loaded the skies…
(Tory): And in your lungs...Every time that you turn it on…
(E. Oks) Whole crowd closing there I’s
(Tory) Space between the logs…on and on and on…

[Verse 2]
Homie has skill, knows he raps ill,
Kicking it high, fitting inside shoes Thelonious filled,
A monk in his inside and it is why he acts real,
Sick of the guys, living the lies, spitting to find a fast deal,
Kids who feind for the mass appeal
Who spit ‘bout things that the massEs feel
But turn turn “E” into an “A” and the past reveals
Your free to pursue the cash yet freedom is what
The cash will steal…
So I walk bare foot to sit on the peer,
Get to yellig at the ocean that I’m sick of this mirror,
He waved. Then said, “Listen my dear,
Fuck a mirror and a beach,
all you need’s the feature licking your ear,”

[Chorus]
(Tory) Every time you come around…
(E. Oks) Notice as the podium cries…
(Tory) Feel it in your bones…
(E. Oks) Thick smoke loaded the skies…
(Tory): And in your lungs...Every time that you turn it on…
(E. Oks) Whole crowd closing there I’s
(Tory) Space between the logs…on and on and on…

[Verse 3: E. Oks]
I get high off the up beat,
Rocking scuffed sneaks,
Feeling like every other year
Doesn’t have enough weeks
To touch peaks of rough beats from love seats
In swim suits on plump beaches where I’m reclining,
There with my guys and a little bit of Jack (Nicholson),
Nickles in the sack, so they stair at The Shining.
They used to the story of dudes getting gory
Till I introduce ‘em to Tory
Who back handles the Jack Daniels,
Heavy on her breath as she unwax candles,
Which makes me the wick in the middle
Thick as a riddle as I twisted a nic’ of my last handful,
Flipping back channels, scuffed sneaks melting back
Into black sandles…
See dog, this beat requires beach attire,
It’s time to re-peice the pyre
With scuffed sneaks and tuns of other stuff we require
We’ll heat each desire, leave the entire, Venue stoked,
Saying, “The beat is dope, and that dude E.’s no joke,
But the feature’s fire!”

[Chorus]
(Tory) Every time you come around…
(E. Oks) Notice as the podium cries…
(Tory) Feel it in your bones…
(E. Oks) Thick smoke loaded the skies…
(Tory): And in your lungs...Every time that you turn it on…
(E. Oks) Whole crowd closing there I’s
(Tory) Space between the logs…on and on and on…

[Outro: Tory Mathieson]