The Message (feat. Gavin Grant)

The message
 Is carefully encrypted
 But always well crafted and very well scripted
 Flipshit's so sick, it hits most those with
 Mindsets ranging his fits to mystics
 An intrinsic skill set, it doesn't pay the bills, yet
 Eases the pain and so I measured the gains
 Against the backdrop of mankind living in shame
 Hold my head high, walk by, tell 'em my name
 I make the sun shine, sometimes, matter of fact
 I take it's my job, why not reflect it on the track
 See, that's my gift bag, plus I was raised to
 Trust that I know who respect and praise you
 You and you, and you and you
 And that's really why we're doing what you're listening to
 The mission is true
 You to see, to listen to you
 And occasionally listen to The CounterParts crew
 (CounterParts, CounterParts, CounterParts, CounterParts)
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 Ah, yeah, ah
 Here in a minute, I'm gone in a second
 Caught up in the mess of theatrics
 Feel this heat?
 But I like these matchsticks, I feel this beast
 So then I'll try to be active, agrin
 Everything I've modelled is practice
 I follow the tracks and that'll lead to attraction
 Huh, I mean if anything I hope for relief
 I only go for the peak, it keeps going for axis
 Peace in a bottle
 Message is: even if I still don't make it
 Deep within fossils' sediment
 Sherlock Holmes to code messages
 I have no preference, I ain't no costume
 Oh, what a costume represents?
 I used to follow in the footsteps of everything
 Now I look for excellence
 Where the exit is
 Be brief enought to represent me in the crevises
 Every word, every sentence here is charged with irrelevance
 Archetypal elements that blend with an elegance
 Searching for the simplest essential parts
 The principals of which everything consists and starts
 And that's earth, water, air, fire, eye at heart
 The key ingrient that keeps it all from falling apart
 My sixteens are like ancient systems of thought
 All these surface-level thinkers love livin' in the dark
 My word's an apercus with overcoming challenges
 A parallel to changes, to level the inbalances
 I think it's clear, isn't it, what my talent is
 Not just what I say, maybe more how I channel it
 The continuity, the connecting fabric, man
 They can't do it 'cause their person is plastic
 I breathin' life into each and every passage
 The medium's the music and the message is the magic