Atoms - Transmissions from Talakad (Case File: Cryptic One) Lyrics

I never was cryptic by choice but by design
I like to write on the lines that rest inbetween the lines
I always saw the forest for the trees
But never took for granted stolen glances of the branches and the leaves
Stayed rooted in the roots no matter how far i flew the coup
Lifted up the troops by the boots with some super loops
Jack of many friendships but only close to some
Spend most my time alone
Hence the one in Cryptic One
Found solace in solitude amongst these machines
No i's but i clearly see the M and E in team
Between M and E and enemy rests a fine line
I cross it all too often
In the course of life and rhyme
And time after time
Thats just a cog in my machinery
Not a means to an end
But finding what that end means to me
A question with no answer
But begs to be asked
Whats a dance floor with no dancer
Well u can do the math
I live in present and own land in the past
And Im moving to the future
Soon as I can raise the cash
Kept my nose to the grindstone in order to sharpen my wit
Not to cut corners but to shorten the trip
Smart as a whip
My garden of jargon is my bargaining chip
Thats just a bit of the crops from the cryp
And I dont just find value in these harvested gifts
See I find more pure joy when we honor the pits
Dark over glitz, that's the place I most comfortably sit
A mix of apocalypse split with an optimists twist
And I depict conflicts of black and white stitch
Bricks fixed by mom n popppa its that black and white mix
So grey is the shade of my world as it turns
This early bird keeps a tummy full of plump early worms
Since i just took it back with an old proven rap
Lets back track further to an earlier track and just
Zone to the tone of my microphone
Zone to the tone of my microphone
Zone to the tone of my microphone
Zone to the tone of my mic