Its the Elf Rap, flows like tree sap
You're running laps around a lapse of continual collapse
MCs take naps about the real haps
their style lacks vision and sounds like another religion
of false saviors, condemning my behaviors
do me a favor let's savor mother nature
picture what it could be see
they wouldn't have to chop down the wood tree
and we could be kicking it on the balcony
smoking on the c-h-r-o-n-i-c
and we could be kicking it on the balcony
smoking on the c-h-r-o-n-i-c

Down by the green ravine I watch sacred moss gleam
a lost dream and when I found it I was redeemed
light beamed by the forest fractal I pack til the
malignant mind comes benign and tactile
under attack til I get the green sensation
sensi meditation cellestial origination
extraterrestrial divination in relation
to my thought vibration and you know it's just
a mental space station
It's the date and time,
space and rhyme
name and number
over and under
on sine waves til Booya
surfin on Zuvuya
whatcha watch want
watcha watcha wanna do now?
Hunab Ku, coming through
revolution it starts with you
when I mean to get the green
it's called internal revenue

It's the Elf Rap, flows like tree sap,
you're running laps around a lapse of continual collapse
MCs take naps, about the real Haps
they probably drink Pabst and litter
probably got a weak liver
take dumps in the river
and don't even know how to dig a shitter

I hear sprites take up mics in late nights
singing bout their day hikes
in the wilderness like the Israelites
and they keep ites with raw delights
for the insights, higher heights
keep it light like Essenes with greens
and fresh sprouts, ounce of seaweed
and a pocket full of kiwi
Off the heasel, make our own biodiesel
Don't wanna support the sport
of going to the earth the export
the blood of her arteries
just to purport the use of SUVs
So we seize the day to purvey
our message to the masses
through holy grasses and circle passes
to the left to the right spiraling vibing things
when we rhyming bring word sound power
to everything that we can king
Words to the fable
Herbs to the table
Love to the cradle
so the youth are able
to connect the cable
back to the One Thing
which has no label

It's the Elf Rap flows like tree sap
you're running laps around a lapse of continual collapse
we need to save our habitats from the axe
and the purveyors of collection of tax
feel connection with the four direction
guidance and protection