Chorus:
We are, ontop of it, there is no, no stopping this!
word smith shaping fables and myths. (come on, come on)
We are ontop of it, there is what? no stopping this!
From celestial heights to oceanic abyss, 
look around, all that I sense is bliss

For what it’s worth, my place of birth is Perth. 
Second most isolated city on the Earth. 
That suits me [fine], these days we’re connected, 
XLR plugged in, Alchemist selected. 
Now check it, as needles trace over records
The audio entity in high fidelity,  
Not precarious, [it] pays to be gregarious 
Quality so rare like Stradivarius, 

Not here to get up or chase respect, 
I select perfect then project [words] direct. 
In this game to survive [alive], 
like i’m on my last life. 
Like Vincent in Gattaca, throwing odds back at ya,
Rhyme ravager, space-time tangled traveller. 
Rallying friends close like the pied piper. 
Now’s the time to get hyper

Chorus

I scried into the future, and found my mind’s eye, 
glaring back at DS a mystical reflection, 
a conception of geometric perfection.
The vision vivid, I reckoned it was legit, 
It beckoned me to commit, through speakers emit, 
uplifting sound - so i perpetually spit. 
In this life rife with strife I’m considerate, 
Consider this:  800 million are illiterate.

Used to think life wasn’t fair, full of fear, 
This resided between my ears, 
Released it, now I could never go back, 
Opening the floodgates all over this track.
Creating for peers, ambrosia for ears,
Full of juice like boost, we kick it for years, 
the prime sublime opposite of mime, 
call it rhyme, the mastermind Design.


Chorus

Remember this, like a sweetheart’s kiss,
nothing’s awry or amiss, 
as days pass me by, I try to excel, 
guess time will tell, if hard sells do well. 
I laugh along the path like Dave Chappelle 
And got a couple seconds for [the] flowers to smell, 
Threw caution to the wind and caught the breeze, 
across the seas, 360 degrees. 

Scouring streets for looped drums to repeat, 
Spending days searching for that perfect beat,
My feet tap, looking for needles in haystacks, 
Exposing jokers, who can only act. 
It’s the clarion call, seeing spirit in all,
Whether bathroom scrawl or packed dance halls, 
Enthralled by our mother, the blue and green ball, 
Gather around, together we can’t/cannot fall! 

Chorus

Design - Clarion Call (The Alchemist - Certified Official)

Rebel Vein is a brand, a movement & record label.
First artist is @rockmecca

Each one, reach one, teach one.

* These songs are my journal. May they enrich your life as they do mine. * 
Click on tracks for lyrics.

I rap and know things…
I’m trash 🗑

Design - Clarion Call (The Alchemist - Certified Official)

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