"If A Tree Falls" lyrics
Abhi The Nomad & Illmac Lyrics
[Illmac:]
Much ado about nothing, guess they got nothing much to do
Better me coming soon, this money coming too
Victory and defeat the Sun and moon when you become in tune
To be wise; become a fool
Me and my fellowship of exiles marching to the beat
Wandering swordsman, ain't no honor among thieves
Sleepin under poplars, death and glory wafting in the breeze
Campfire retellings of the saga to my seeds
It's a never ending story, how we plottin on the scene
Feel like Atreyu with my dog and we been watching in the wings
From a pauper to a king, from a martyr to a god, turning hell on earth to heaven with a goddess as my queen
All my past lives like rain drops I'm walking in between
Chose the one where inflation killed my dollar and a dream
Await a deus ex machina to pop up on the screen
Only problem's been distinguishing a god from the machine
What you mean?
I'ma go the
I'ma go the distance
Even if it feel, like it's summer during Christmas
That don't make a difference to me
In the woods, like "timber!" is anybody listening?
Is anybody... is anybody listening?
Is anybody... is anybody listening?
[Abhi The Nomad:]
Much ado about nothing, they on the street begging for change at the junction
Politicians praying their egg prices inflate by the dozen
Preaching the light, the same one that don't reflect off the substance
I shine regardless if the glass cracked or chandelier custom
I'm beaming, cyclops eye open, palantir dusting every one of my kinfolk
The thought arrives, why even try focus?
A work of resistance in my muscles I'm Tae bo-ing
Excavators dig in the wounds the world cries, we pry it wide open
Fewer insects on my windshield, fewer live locusts
Performative posting from people who bios bi-coastal
I just try to change up the wave and hope the tide global
It's no difference, victors shaping my vision and bifocals
Fuck it ill akimbo the vaporizers the last ronin
Michelangelo angle the brush until it's God poking out
An amphibian, mold to the shape any grand river or land, city
Until the day that I'm croakin
I'ma go the distance
Even if it feel, like it's summer during Christmas
That don't make a difference to me
In the woods, like "timber!" is anybody listening?
Is anybody... is anybody listening?
Is anybody... is anybody listening?
Much ado about nothing, guess they got nothing much to do
Better me coming soon, this money coming too
Victory and defeat the Sun and moon when you become in tune
To be wise; become a fool
Me and my fellowship of exiles marching to the beat
Wandering swordsman, ain't no honor among thieves
Sleepin under poplars, death and glory wafting in the breeze
Campfire retellings of the saga to my seeds
It's a never ending story, how we plottin on the scene
Feel like Atreyu with my dog and we been watching in the wings
From a pauper to a king, from a martyr to a god, turning hell on earth to heaven with a goddess as my queen
All my past lives like rain drops I'm walking in between
Chose the one where inflation killed my dollar and a dream
Await a deus ex machina to pop up on the screen
Only problem's been distinguishing a god from the machine
What you mean?
I'ma go the
I'ma go the distance
Even if it feel, like it's summer during Christmas
That don't make a difference to me
In the woods, like "timber!" is anybody listening?
Is anybody... is anybody listening?
Is anybody... is anybody listening?
[Abhi The Nomad:]
Much ado about nothing, they on the street begging for change at the junction
Politicians praying their egg prices inflate by the dozen
Preaching the light, the same one that don't reflect off the substance
I shine regardless if the glass cracked or chandelier custom
I'm beaming, cyclops eye open, palantir dusting every one of my kinfolk
The thought arrives, why even try focus?
A work of resistance in my muscles I'm Tae bo-ing
Excavators dig in the wounds the world cries, we pry it wide open
Fewer insects on my windshield, fewer live locusts
Performative posting from people who bios bi-coastal
I just try to change up the wave and hope the tide global
It's no difference, victors shaping my vision and bifocals
Fuck it ill akimbo the vaporizers the last ronin
Michelangelo angle the brush until it's God poking out
An amphibian, mold to the shape any grand river or land, city
Until the day that I'm croakin
I'ma go the distance
Even if it feel, like it's summer during Christmas
That don't make a difference to me
In the woods, like "timber!" is anybody listening?
Is anybody... is anybody listening?
Is anybody... is anybody listening?
