Victor Shade

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released March 9, 2010

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RA Scion Seattle, Washington

RA Scion has been writing, recording + performing since the '90s, most notably as 1/2 of Common Market.
"There is a restlessness in RA Scion, a desire to move outside of usual or secure boundaries. From rural Kentucky to as far afield as Zambia & Greece, he's spent his life reinventing himself and his task in the world. His answers are never easy ones.” – Victoria Farr Brown, Historian and Writer ... more

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Track Name: Bodega Politics
BODEGA POLITICS

Evil in the shadows lurks, perfectly still; wait to slay the god
Few know how to move with them shades off
Class act – back in the day, job: to cover basics
Aced it with the keenest sense – no aid of Lasik
Star pupil; bright as his iris is, no way to face it
Look away kid, and try to hide your hatred
Major placement here to govern this rock
Obey the science of bodega politics, Major Metropolis

Aiyo I’m suited up to beat the block down; out to get it in
Jump on my jumpoff – hidden “prose” and contradictions
And my duality balance the universe
Two imperfect entities, symbiotically doing work
Pursuing perpetrators who murder for purple haze
Faithful servant of the circle the famed serpent invades
Daily I’ve been called to defend; naturally walk with a limp
Still actually standing taller than them
Slightly prideful – why pull the wool over their eyes when they’re
Fully blind to start with? Chickens come to roost; wolves harvest
The heartless are often times the smartest
Oscillate in the yard, operating for profits
Game recognize ‘em in sheep’s suits and ties
Apply bleach to them Evisu’s you bleed through
People do the stupidest things, that’s why they need a few
Leaders in the wings, like me – secretly keeping each and
Every one of ‘em in the fold – suppose I lost one?
Fought with the dark forces, throwing caution to the wind
Dark horse for the win, but the problem
Start when I feel emotion; that’s a hard one
Origin of my type: solitary confined, right?
Only time you find me in limelight’s to fight crime
Resigned to spend my nights working the streets
Any human concern will ruin my purpose; leave it defeated, now..

Evil in the shadows lurks, perfectly still; wait to trip me up
Toddlers drinking vodka out a sippy cup
Slurred speech preaching – for fifty bucks: repent or waste it
Traced it to the need of flesh to feel embraced
It’s quite pathetic. Motherboard of mine mechanically make it
Simpler for me to differentiate shit
Complicated with words, thoughts, and tricks
Obey the laws of bodega politics – I’m takin’ all of this..
Choppers following robbers around the labyrinth
One for coppers, two for Channel Three to see what’s happenin
Live action drama – sit for cinematic film at
Eleventy-million actors after criminal celebrity
Force fuckin’ up on their horsebacks, you field tech’s fall back
Afraid to get your boots and your shields wet
Laymen’s execute the plays or play the bench
I’mma spray these 10’s, and leave this bitch with the cape drenched

Evil in the shadows lurks, perfectly still; wait to slaughter me
Laughter – you’re no match against my armory
Click-click – masterful sharpshooter; you move an eighth-inch
Off-target, I done marked it in anticipation
Cool handler, hot as this hammer is? I’m radiation.
Call the cops off – I got the spot laced in
News station duped by “guy in disguise”
Realize the value of bodega politics; remain anonymous.
Track Name: Circus Hounds
CIRCUS HOUNDS

Paparazzi popped me with a flash from out the daffodils
For reals – track ‘em back to Baskerville
Shade is on the case ‘cause they stay on mine’s
You’d have thought I’d go to war for what they say online, but
People’s hard to please, I put them pieces of the puzzle together
To show whoever, but – that’s whatever..
Cause never shall they fade me – it’s all, bacon gravy
Them eighties babies was bound to turn “Johnny-come-lately’s”
Y’all can hate me in the morning, but tonight I shine resplendent
Act bashful with the bitches; in the spot, bask in it
Top and backspin it – easily leave the lid dented
Cut the bullshit premise – I know the kit’s rented
Cause ain’t no novice got knowledge enough to hold the
Telephoto still to soak the spill of soul on a roll
So I pose, I suppose – fit my image on your negative
Shutterbug, I’m clickin’ at your neck again; speckled in the
Opaline sheen, I floss beyond gums
Lano Mann with the cross; Jerry Crosby on the jump
John Weezy with the guns; Calhoun on the drums
I don’t “Reid” too much – your publication going under
Funny how many bums are wanna-be’s of Boy Wonder
Fronted you twenty – how you comin’ back with short numbers?
Hunters for sport, first and foremost – so don’t forget that
Careful not to mix it with the riff-raff.

Star-power trumps muscle – flex on who?
Left the script flipped – Vic put the “X” on you
See I spray the cock-a-roach if he encroach upon my facetime
Why you think they stay watchin’ the waistline?
Stick-up kids nowadays out to evade
Payin’ tax on the property – stay sharpening spades
Dinninnit – diiig? Meet me in the trench
Bring your tools to work if you’re trynna make a livin’ at this..

..Glimpse of the greatness
Stay packin’ protection, the legs layered in latex
Rosewater flow through the veins, trained to spit game with
Baby’s breath – making the faint pray for death
I facilitate requests, I’m on a direct line
You claim to be connected by “nets;” I press “9”
In the night my crest shine over the skyline
Summon bloodhounds coming to try and suck mine..

Star-power trumps muscle – flex on who?
Left the script flipped – Vic put the “X” on you
See I spray the cock-a-roach if he encroach upon my facetime
Why you think they stay watchin’ the waistline?
Stick-up kids nowadays out to evade
Payin’ tax on the property – stay sharpening spades
Dinninnit – diiig? Meet me in the trench
Bring your tools to work if you’re trynna make a livin’ at this..
Track Name: Tony Snow
TONY SNOW

YEEE! It’s runnin’ red in the streets
And I ain’t talkin’ politics – it’s a different elite..
Dealing in back-alley offices
Money out the orifices – pleased to meet..
Outta town name is not mud
Escort the shotgun – cock to the beat..
Welcome wears out fast, now how come
We’re out back while y’all are fixin’ to eat?
Wifey waitin’ on a paycheck
Maybe got a day left – they cuttin’ off the heat..
Wrap baby girl up tight for the night
And I’ll be back when the sunlight peeks..
Suitable conditions for making a livin’
Criminology – I got degrees..
Just enough to keep the pots warm
Cops swarm – bathroom floor, Adidas squeak..
Fight extreme paranoia
The glorious days before you do seem sweet..
I have a vision, not a dream
Cause the only time for dreamin is sleep..
Sand in the backyard
Thinkin’ out the boxcar – will he get free?
Found wherever meth is sold
Catch another episode here next week..
Volley for the serve / match
Books litter curbs, not the [literature] read..
Fire in the barrel warms hands
While the fire out the barrel street-sweeps..
Dreams of the sugarplums
Should have come; shooken snow-globe gon’ freeze..
We just might be gonna win
Against them icy conditions if they show ten deep..
Track Name: Kneel Diamond
KNEEL DIAMOND

They say “game is to be sold, not told;” who told ‘em that shit?
How the hell else I’m gonna pass it? Gather ‘round the ashes
Fire been burnt out for years
Make it easier for you to see the light when it appears
Cast shadows on the halls of architectural displays of masculinity
Over-stand that times infinity
Or simply put: bait get laced by the hook
Greatest chance I ever took was takin’ answers out the book
Sign a deal for distribution, I’m at odds with the publisher
Even with no handicap I’m par with the numbers
I part with a bunch of rubbish; walk through a couple jungles
Impart upon up-and-comer’s what they wanna take from us
We band brothers together with phantom power – the surge
Deliver to every prisoner the freedom he deserves
Deep-seeded in the rivalry – defeat isn’t optional
Deep-sea diver discovered three feet of a gospel in a
Pothole – shitty conditions of city streets
That’s the reason that I cape-up; hate scuffed sneak’s
Freakazoids move around with no regard for the law when they get
Wound tight; crown slide slightly down and to the right
All hail – frozen, that precipitation rain
I’m ready, willing, and able – though part of me favors Cain
Heard them sabers rattlin’ after the last bell rang
Now you’re trynna hear the rest? I guess you stayin..

Hundreds spoke; a hundred more spoke after them
Holdin’ court in the ward’s crack den, talkin’ ‘bout
“Back then we were royalty; lineage of princes.”
That’s before the game beat ‘em senseless
Everything you charge draws interest; basics of economy
We’re trynna find a way to live responsibly
Guide ‘em to the brook and tell ‘em “look at your reflection on the surface.”
Break the plane and stop complaining of thirst, and get yours..

I see a hand in the back – address your question to the man behind the curtain
Or the mask if that’s what’s workin’ – I wish I was half the person of this
Complex make-up – blush whenever bat-lashed
Girls love a bad lad, then suffer the backlash
Then only confide in the other half, and that’s just
What I had in my ability to be a father
And a husband a brother-in-the-most-sacred-law
I’ve forsaken all in this call of duty handed to me
Cause of truancy, but fluently the spirits speakin’ through me
But if folks ain’t listenin’ then what’s the difference in
Me serving ground-level; brown Bally oxfords
Black loggers choppin’ it up inside the office
By the locks, but my chain long enough for me to run
I’m done jumpin – bum knee crippling my stunt
Keep a fresh check regardless; confidence, I can do this
Comfortable under the influence I rest
When you recount these days, please say I gave it my best
These test grades fail to reflect the ageless
Yet they pressin’ up degrees, needle at the apex
Graduated to the same debt, and paid less
So it’s really no wonder why wars are wagin’
On the waves of high seas over wage displacement
Gray as Graves’ record, yo - this is torture on the body
And oddly enough it’s now I’m feelin’ godly..

Hundreds spoke; a hundred more spoke after them
Holdin’ court in the ward’s crack den, talkin’ ‘bout
“Back then we were royalty; lineage of princes.”
That’s before the game beat ‘em senseless
Everything you charge draws interest; basics of economy
We’re trynna find a way to live responsibly
Guide ‘em to the brook and tell ‘em “look at your reflection on the surface.”
Break the plane and stop complaining of thirst, and get yours..
Track Name: Autograffiti
AUTOGRAFFITI

Yep, prolly never will once I serve you
Impression indelible – seven ethical virtues
Steppin’ on the second, lesson left ‘em with the nerve to
Use courage to question experts I defer to
Revel in benevolence – the essence of the third, you
Should have sought permission for extension of your curfew
What I mean is when I intervene, it’s for a purpose
You can curse it, but I heard you sayin: “I just can’t forget your name.”
Yeah, etched in the annals of the Town Hall
Hero to the people, po-po chief’ll call him “outlaw”
Streaker through the streets, squalor reek of rotten fowl ‘fore
I squeeze a bit of bleach and antiseptic in your mouth, pa
Talk sweeter, you can see the need for alcohol
Sterilize your speech – doc prescribe a vial of Tylenol
Powerful enough to knock it out the ring,
I swing a heavy southpaw, hall of famer: “I just can’t forget your name.”

Call it whenever you’re fallin’ – use it whenever you’re losin’
Invoke it, when spoken I get dressed
Poo-poo that Gucci and Louis – I different kind of designer
Unrivaled the focus of these specs
Color-coordinated, remind ‘em of Supersonics
He definitely represent the “S.”
Clean in this neoprene, put the king in the guillotine
It’s twin choppers poppin’ out the vest, y’all..

What a .44 go for nowadays, anyways? I ain’t got time to shop
I gotta grind the block, mind the cops; rhymes to rock, on top of that – it’s crime to stop
I need a vacay from my day-to-day – “Nightmare;” Dana Dane
Neck craned; Flavor Flav-er’s – I just had these gators made
So cold when the So-Co heat ‘em up – need a cup to keep your hands hot
Bucket for the lamb chop – man, I love your band, I just don’t dance a lot
Wrote a couple lines tho; put ‘em over congos, even had that head wrapped
College apps to “Hottabatch,” holler back now: “I just can’t forget your name.”
My love gun, watch me load it up and bust one
Ace Frehley kisser with her wrist under my cummerbund
Dippin on the fund-razor-sharpening my politics
Sippin’ Perrier in mayor’s digs for these Jerry’s Kids



Give an inch, take a kilometer from the press corps
Thank you for the offer, please no need for police escorts
Save your ticker-tape for takin’ paper off the wall
Street bankers best behavior sayin’: “I just can’t forget your name.”
Stimulating workers on my job bill
If any could save the Sin City it’d be Donwill
Tanya on my speed-dial – delegate with confidence
Payroll full of show-killers; spitters in my cabinet
Rip it off the hinges, I’m in this to make a mint, not amends
This is business – intensity’s in my simple sentences
Sensitive to needs; proof-reader, breeze blew the meter
Through the roof – steeple-shootin’ steeds through these hula hoops
Camel through a needle’s eye, take a heap of patience
Leave the praying to creation – meet the maker; He is I
Water-walker; float or fly – notify the Baron Ace
Blast-off, hope you was plannin’ on sharin’ airspace
Hail Mary, could you spare a lil’ grace?
It’s a hell of a life to waste, the heir to greatness
Is inheriting his this second – step and check it
Go with gold chains hangin’ sangin: “I just can’t forget your name.”
Track Name: Boots
BOOTS

High heels, why waste time talkin’ “I feel”
This way or that way; got a different ideal
High heels – they ain’t made for trekkin’ through the low lands
Pickup line – place ‘em on the program: openers
Stop, drop, and hold it – what? I said “hold this.”
Might have lost interest; never lost the focus
How you talk French and don’t know how to make toast?
I talk “Grynch” with the verbal .44 magnum opus
Shellac it down, I use no brush to coat this
Pretty shade of eggshell, you’re payin’ and sex sells
Weigh in at XL, but plannin’ to trim the
Excess from the edges, impressive is my impression
You’re messin’ with my emotional quotient, I pose a question
And factor the data – fact of the matter is, you never win
If you never play – place quarters on the dresser
Whenever they spread a little estrogen, I settle in
Clink-clink – I hit the bottom of the piggy bank
Sig on my deposit slip used to get you anything
I can get you anything but; I’m an ass, man
Put ‘em on the glass – slipper fit her like a accent
Charming and dashing, maximizing the value
Peaking in that economic downturn, what have you
Who put a price on that plastic piece of Malibu?
I’ll adjust appraisals on the avenue.

Get your knock-ON, shorty – you ain’t know them shits was counterfeit?
Glitter on your skin, why not try to tone it down a bit?
Fully strapped down – in control of my load, palleted
Man versus machine, I got them boots on laced.
I got them boots on laced up; I got them boots on laced
I got them boots on laced up; I got them boots on laced.

Switch with your fully-zipped patent leather – strut that
Sheen off the polish is Mean Joe; touch-back
Never steal a kiss, pass planned in advance
By the sea plants grow wherever the seed lands
Cultivator, rock the beat with your resources
Why deny progress? I whisper to whores, this
Track condition’s sloppy – probably divorced and widowed
Jockey of the discus, strictly a horse-whipper
“Snap!” go the cat of many tails; I’mma tell one
Barebones budget stripped down to skeleton
One’s what the uzi weigh; two if it’s loaded down
Cruisin’ in my ’98 – man I’m missin’ Motown
I seen the city deal with issues of abandonment
Granted, rent is a bitch when mixed with mismanagement
Bounce on her, she don’t want another one to feed
Run free ‘til we – hundred percent Dundee
Snuck / creeped outta Sodom, followin’ Lot’s steps
I’ll not rest ‘til we meet again – please stay dressed, I mean
Backbone of every union is fidelity
Delicately proceed to meet a delegate, intelligently
I’m sayin’ cover your bases
I been known to hit triples since the days of braces
Earned my letters and chevrons – who’d guess by lookin’?
Yo just holler if you trynna get it cookin’ then..

Get your knock-ON, shorty – you ain’t know them shits was counterfeit?
Glitter on your skin, why not try to tone it down a bit?
Fully strapped down – in control of my load, palleted
Man versus machine, I got them boots on laced.
I got them boots on laced up; I got them boots on laced
I got them boots on laced up; I got them boots on laced.
Track Name: Sway
SWAY

Box-top cutter, Poppa’s hustle killed the foxtrot
Candy-coated Monte; peanut butter smothered – solid rock
Print money – slip another cartridge in the inkjet
Mink threads; MacKinney, skinny on the stink-wet
Doobie, bruh – catch a movie at the cinema
Roll ‘fore the credits, bet it’s service like a tennis star
Fitted for these handlebar grips – lit the candle-a
Bra burned anyhow – mama let them kiddies out
Nag champ; oily aura – pectin in my shampoo
Triple-layer: skin over shag over bamboo
Stripped in the kitchen, work that avocado magic
Never starved, daddy keep a job stockin’ plastics
Tuppence feed the birds; seed to serve
Weed and herb lead to repeat dirt-dealing; we tillin’ earth
Johnny, what’s the survey say? That ain’t no instrument
Licks on the six-string – meet the King of Eminence
Feminist spaghetti strap – Lola’s servin’ entrée
Bottle rocket, sippin’ Coca-Cola on his born-day

I sway, but don’t mistake it for dancin’ (nuh-uh)
I write rhymes while I cool in my mansion, and I
Do all of that while I’m savin’ the world
Tie this cape tight, word is life.
I sway, but don’t mistake it for dancin’ (nuh-uh)
I write rhymes while I cool in my mansion, and I
Do all of that while I’m savin’ the world
Tie this cape tight, word is life.

Aiyo my two-step’s a little off, but you ain’t pegged me for
Dancin’ in the first place; workin’ them angles
Snatch the cue from the felt, I crush with gloved hand
Rush – if you’ve felt, you understand that
Brush fire, fan that flame – leave a block burnt
Everything spared got worth, so act worthy
Cadillac thoroughly detailed, my hard shell
Finish where you left off, god you act earthly
’79 Stepside – empty gun rack
Thunder clap tucked under the lap for that bumbaclot
XD definitely will push a wig back
Click-clack – zigga zaggin’ the rip-pattern


Body armor dented, properly all up in it
Synonymous with my suit, duke – Ahmadinejad
Supreme leader, between being one of mine and your
Peoples is a fine line..
Supreme leader, between being one of mine and your
Peoples is a fine line..

I sway, but don’t mistake it for dancin’ (nuh-uh)
I write rhymes while I cool in my mansion, and I
Do all of that while I’m savin’ the world
Tie this cape tight, word is life.
I sway, but don’t mistake it for dancin’ (nuh-uh)
I write rhymes while I cool in my mansion, and I
Do all of that while I’m savin’ the world
Tie this cape tight, word is life.

Bravo. Echo. Alpha. Tango.
Murder on the mic like Sol, hold ‘em and strangle
Lemme see your earrings go like Bojangles
Written on your kitten, I’ll hot-mitten the handles
How you gon’ have me Gramblin’ over the granules
Love the way you only move strapped sans sandals
Trip in the Caribbean, boatloads of blessings
No stress; if you don’t know, guess.
Hold the press at bay, and I’ll go out the back way
Bike idle in the alley behind the café
Take a sip of Fresh Espresso; ready, set, go
That’s the petrol – you can’t hang? You best to let go
The view’s spectacular from thirty above
And if you’re diggin’ these stories, it’s more you gon’ love
Flight of Nike set to blast-off, war is ever-eminent
But in-between time I got a minute to slide, so let’s

Sway, but don’t mistake it for dancin’ (nuh-uh)
I write rhymes while I cool in my mansion, and I
Do all of that while I’m savin’ the world
Tie this cape tight, word is life.
I sway, but don’t mistake it for dancin’ (nuh-uh)
I write rhymes while I cool in my mansion, and I
Do all of that while I’m savin’ the world
Tie this cape tight, word is life.
Track Name: Soothsayer
SOOTHESAYER

Hearken to the ordinance the medium has spoken of
How you gon’ try and mend the wing upon a broken dove?
Saber swung in earnest – CHOP! The dome will not regenerate
Neither shall the code survive; my flow will inculcate
Bow trade for nickel-plate, chill up in the Ottoman
Name-brand, I reclaim the land Serbs “Slobodan”
Fetch please – celebrate the victory when power reach
The Outer Hebrides; the symphony of my inequities
Promotion through the rancorous, the generally obscene
I’ve seen the most heinous days after Halloween
Smoke-screened pageantry, stand around a pale array
All hail the shrapnel when the cannon burn the veil away
Well-bred opulence, the block to build supremacy
Scepters made of metal must disintegrate eventually
Taste the yellow cake, my cell accelerate the cataclysm
Capital catastrophe, your majesty’s rappin’ again..

Aiyo they’re shootin’ at the cops now – where the kids get guns at?
You don’t wanna call it a comeback
Buck-a-buck a trend in the crime rate; lickin’ skyrockets off
Talk of recession, go ‘head an knock it off.
Aiyo they’re shootin’ at the cops now – where the kids get guns at?
You don’t wanna call it a comeback
Buck-a-buck a trend in the crime rate; lickin’ skyrockets off
Talk of recession, go ‘head an knock it off.

Not the one to underestimate; thunder takes a half-a-second to gestate
The next great to cave in weighs in at “super-class”
Do the math; place them with Asians, they test late
Educated days spent wasted on a rube’s task
Buddha laugh: “I hate men.” Faith wins at death’s gate.
Forage through the poorest of the planet’s taken regions
The plan: use the forest, hold the land for safe keeping
One exploratory surgical procedure yields a wellspring
Tell ‘em bring reinforcements in for developing
You are not to fret, for the compensation given
In addition to the quittance is redemption through religion
Gather up the village men, women, kids – y’all primitive
Pillage them ‘til they’re rid of sin then sensitivity, too
Buried in the tombs of Machu Picchu
Is what’s not sellable – tell it to mi espiritu
Communication through the language barrier accomplished
Through my accomplice – common as bomb-ticks..

Aiyo they’re shootin’ at the cops now – where the kids get guns at?
You don’t wanna call it a comeback
Buck-a-buck a trend in the crime rate; lickin’ skyrockets off
Talk of recession, go ‘head and knock it off

Lascivious, libidinous, and lustful – the muscle flex
Free-fall, what’s next? Recall trouble.
Bubble burst in adolescence – add a lesson to the catalog
Dogs lurk in the décor of fluorescence.
Dress in better fits these days – age inappropriate
Hope to get back a semblance of innocence
Cops called; writing on the wall scrawled thick, black
Tampering evidently can’t bring shit back
Fort incinerated – frankly, y’all gon’ thank me
When their wives ask why, I will not stare blankly
I’ll reply: “Every man is obliged,”
“To provide vindication for his lies to the high court.”
Fortunately I preside the bigger lot; piggy brought to
Punishment the minute zigs pop – sis, forgive me not.

Aiyo they’re shootin’ at the cops now – where the kids get guns at?
You don’t wanna call it a comeback
Buck-a-buck a trend in the crime rate; lickin’ skyrockets off
Talk of recession, go ‘head an knock it off.
Aiyo they’re shootin’ at the cops now – where the kids get guns at?
You don’t wanna call it a comeback
Buck-a-buck a trend in the crime rate; lickin’ skyrockets off
Talk of recession, go ‘head an knock it off.
Track Name: What A Vision
WHAT A VISION

Pop! Pop bottles – we celebrate the day I born
Spitfire parade, play them Triumph horns
We’re commemorating a victory; strong-arm wrongdoers
Truest agree, long overdue was his delivery (aye!)
Doc raised him, not a mama to Marvel at him
Ain’t no matter, got a map in him with the drawn pattern
Format to follow one of wonder; what happens when you
Combat him? Go on, ask him. All action; long-lasting.
Fall back and gather your thoughts up
So super – coupe’d in the Porsche with the doors shut
Herb-spotter – he ‘bout to start a movement towards one
Burn hotter – he got the heart of a Human Torch, son
Yeah, made and created with a vengeance
Take prisoners and A-vengers in an instant
Hate them women and men it – make him indifferent
Pay attention – hey, you’re missin’ the display of The Vision (it’s him)

Now raise your glass up high
Propose a toast the most in-disguise, and I..
I fly in, and I… I fly in.
Lift your hands and rejoice
Prayers answered, make a joyful noise (I can’t hear you!)
I fly in, and I… I fly in.

Now with the spirit of the Southside
Revival – about time to stir that soul
Take ahold of the opportunity to take control of the block
Community watch stoppin’ the tomfoolery, but
Watch and jewelry copped – color me prettily
Really riddled with filth, the cops collar me quickly
Statistically, I’m 50/50 to win
That’s an optimist’s talk when his spot’s fillin’ in
Paved and cravin’ adrenaline – shock go to the rib and then
Knock, knock – the rhythm starts summoning help
Rap for you, you, you, and all of you in the back
But y’all keep passin’ that to someone else
I rep divine intervention with mine – a fine entrance
Centerline on the helipad; this fella’s hella bad
Wind settle the cloak over the coat
Fresh suit pressed, new techs, new regs – who’s next?

Now raise your glass up high
Propose a toast the most in-disguise, and I..
I fly in, and I… I fly in.
Lift your hands and rejoice
Prayers answered, make a joyful noise (I can’t hear you!)
I fly in, and I… I fly in.