Quiet Culture (feat. Pos of De La Soul)

Clouds meander through the pastures of the sky
 Grazing on the last bit of rays from the sunset
 The scenery's interrupted by the banner
 On the plane saying *Have you gotten what's yours yet?*
 Guess it's time to raise dopamine levels
 Lazy feet ready to push on the pedal
 Hands upon the wheel to steer, burning
 Rubber to discover any new frontier
 Loudness in the fun... good times
 Splashed over everyone... the noise have a scent
 Smells of rebellion is what the casting of the
 Spells in... where nobody reads the fine print
 Everybody wants bright lights . but what they
 Might need is a reset closed eyes get
 Focus shows up with a mute button... now ain't
 That something jump into the world without regrets
 That's lIfe... you gotta taste a lil'
 Bad w/ the good as you should when you taking a
 BIte... you might need a little
 Quiet time placed inside ya culture after having a
 SlIce... move along on the
 Path if they ask where you going say ya getting it rIght
 Cuz that's life...
 She said
 Mirror mirror in the palm of my hand
 Who's the fairest king in the land? she swiped through &
 Met a man... who swept her feet of the ground &
 Whispered all the right bright candy in her crown
 Now she high on sugar from the places he done took her finer
 Things in life can leave ya mind inside a pressure cooker color
 Of the money hiding red flags from her view (SO MANY
 BAGS WHAT TO DO?) pull off the tags they for you
 (NOW HE ASKS FOR BEDTIME) should she supply it?
 She could use some lovin' infused in her diet
 She let her mind go quiet... all the noise took a
 Backseat with all the drama it employs
 A clear head spoke on her behalf... letting him
 Know taking it slow works better for her path. the
 King was out of time to lend. so the Queen's
 Back to the mirror taking another spin
 That's lIfe... you gotta taste a lil'
 Bad w/ the good as you should when you taking a
 BIte... you might need a little
 Quiet time placed inside ya culture after having a
 SlIce... move along on the
 Path if they ask where you going say ya getting it rIght
 Cuz that's life...
 Polite pressures many of us succumb to
 Speed bumps in life we all run through
 Pilots to our own turbulence is who we be
 Intersecting with others on the same spree
 Don't worry bout' we. we ain't disappear
 The quieter we become the more that we can hear &
 When the stream calls for us to jump In to
 Swim, you can float along the path you intend
 That's lIfe... you gotta taste a lil'
 Bad w/ the good as you should when you taking a
 BIte... you might need a little
 Quiet time placed inside ya culture after having a
 SlIce... move along on the
 Path if they ask where you going say ya getting it rIght
 Cuz that's life...