[Intro: R.A.P. Ferreira]
The universe wants to play
The universe wants to play

[Verse 1: R.A.P. Ferreira]
Standing sunwise[?] in Eastern breeze
Recollecting history like it was recently
Walking now under shadow cloud cover
Battling myself, the other
Chatting, chattel, ashy navel[?]
My waves on Clark Gable
Word to Warner Williams, I ain’t taking my sunglasses off
The master scoffed as I left the temple
My ball and chain, me and my heavy mental
R.A.P. Ferreira sharp as a prison pencil
G’s Us, it just leak out the speakers
I’ll makе you motherfuckers beliеve us with this good word
Ruby Yacht big bookworm
Never look concerned, real chaos agent
Black asiatic in the basement, so lifted
I crept as if it were the attic
Back off my sabbatic, the feeling come automatic
When it come to a rhyme, I’m something like a auto-mechanic
Under the hood with the bits and bobs
Pressure valves and steaming iron
I’ont need to keep an eye on ‘em
I simply squash bugs when they come too close
We took 1, 2 loaves and lived heartily for decades
Not real impressed by the essays
More thinkpieces on this most particular ism
I’m thinking you lacking the vision if you not stacking no chicken
You lacking the vision if you not stacking no chicken
Quite simply, my friends
[Hook: R.A.P. Ferreira]
The universe wants to play
And it’s your job to engage
The universe wants to play
And it’s your job to engage
You know, the universe wants to play
And it’s your job to engage

[Verse 2: AJ Suede]
Word to Max
Keep it wavy like where the boats get christened at
People hear me and I listen back
No way in hell that I’m missing that
People chat, not spitting facts
Lost Lady Luck, you gotta get her back
No recliner, I’m sitting back
No designer, I’m getting tats
Rock low[?] with my own shit
If I’m dressing on some grown shit
One of one, can’t clone this
Make your shawty wanna hold this
If you wanna hear that old Suede
Better go and get my old shit
Talking about my Pennsylvania days
When the winter was a **** - damn
Ten degrees, bumping Suicidal Tendencies
Doing all the math mentally
I be writing existentially
No Dread like Metroid
Never simping sentimentally
And I lack a little empathy
All I wanted was a Pepsi
Nihilism is a big tent
Socialism couldn’t pay the rent
So that means we gotta play the game
If you rich enough, the rules are bent
Hotel Grand Budapest
Who the best? Word to Wes
And I need to be working less
Hurting less, merciless, yeah
[Outro: R.A.P. Ferreira & AJ Suede]
The universe wants to play (You feel me?)
And it’s your job to engage
You lacking the vision if you ain’t been stacking the chicken (On God, on G’s Us)
You lacking the vision if you ain’t been stacking the chicken (On God, on G’s Us)
See?
The universe wants to play