[Turntablism: Must Volkoff]
"Hidden in the dark of the shadows
Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows"
"Hidden in the dark-"
"Hid-hid-hidden in the dark of the shadows"
"Hidden in the dark of the shadows
Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows"
"Hidden in the dark-"
"Hid-hid-hidden in the dark of the shadows"

[Verse 1: Fluent Form]
Eye twitching, no goggles, my night vision
Built in the ocular since finesse was wild pitching (that's right)
Caught lightning in a bottle but their heads hurt
Blind listener's net worth, nine bucks, my [?]
Guess they're rules to follow like the five pillars
For any hero, blind villain, no role model
Back when Gek' and I were Suicide King
And had plans for they were dashed upon an eye splitting
But that's life, bitch you're makin' it hell
You're semi-arrogant? We're from Melbourne, son
Fluent, Phil Gektor on that [?] feel
Super ill, who to kill next bro? We're watchin'
Drunk scientist messed up concoctions
Flowin' with the pride you're runnin' with one lioness
Laminate my rhyme pad, page by page
Placed in gold frames, hanging on my night stands
Slangin' that, a price that I feel is worthy
Of a slang that I be writin', them slick skills
Got dipped quilled in ink spills, grab 'em by the tight pants
Squeezing out their lifespan, we can exile
Take 'em to the pine baron, six feet line scattered
[?] their rhyme pad, dig deep
The Knight brothers, we write, reveal crooked grin
My knight took your king, bring in the hook with six

[Turntablism: Must Volkoff]
"Hidden in the dark of the shadows
Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows"
"Hidden in the dark-"
"Hid-hid-hidden in the dark of the shadows"
"Hidden in the dark of the shadows
Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows"
"Hidden in the dark-"
"Hid-hid-hidden in the dark of the shadows"

[Verse 2: Geko]
Spit arrows, spit head from the apple
Grapple with my demons, kill the [?] when I scramble
I'm happiest alone, just me and my atonement
My habitat's my home, feelin' Flu [?]
Keep each other's back when I get harassed by [?]
See, I need [?] the omen of their own end
All this weed smoke [?] rappers embryonically
All that [?] iceberg, you could have spent on property
You can't take nothing when you gotta leave, the prophecy
All I got's my balls, a weed stalk and my honesty
Use that shit chronically, in order of chronology
More truth in roots of a tree than in astrology
Introspecting glances, incorrect answers
Snakes in the garden, I trim the rotten branches
Meditate on death, prepare for the cancer
Sip on ransid rain, tippin' down some change
Walk off on [?] resurrect a vibe again
It's Flu Season, cue your views
Who knows what? The tide'll bring their bodies by the barrel load
I narrow on the sparrow hiding camou', let the ammo roll
[?] left in a grave so shallow
They felt the dirt on their bones while swingin' from the gallows
A strange fellow, shit grow old and mallow
Those [?] they hallow to the yellow
Bitch