Moniker - sans, Ohtoro

First off praise to Ohtoro for giving me a chance to speak and

Allowing me to be my own absence at the sea’s edge

Sans is more than my moniker, it’s identity

Particles suspended in love, study Empedocles

When I expire, dissolve to particulate matter

This a transient state, spit in articulate manner

Hey-I used to chase fame, but fame isn’t a testament

To skill, now I take aim, I want to be the best to spit

Rvise that, want to see what my best effort is

Mor perspiration, less delaying this, I’m checking in

Punch the ticket, clock ticking, competition not winning

I don’t talk game or shit, homie I talk in rhythm

Rhythm with tide, rhythm with every cycle it’s

Still the mission to answer the question of why I exist

I am a figment, or a fragment, or a facet

I’m still undecided, still submerged under the masses

But I’m coming up to breathe, sunken vessel undersea

Wreckage of a boat and sail, hoping for an ocean breeze

Yes, seafaring if I capsize

Drag the body to the shore before I toss hip-hop aside

This not a story of trials and tribulation

This a story of privilege and graduations

Hit the mark, strike the target, I don’t miss, I’m not sinning

I don’t talk dark or light, homie I talk in prism

Produce a million beams of light refracted

Never put less than my best out and retract it

These other rappers never talk about the craft

I’m Noah when the storm comes, my ark is all I have

Each line, vessel for my spirit

If you don’t believe, listen to the lyrics