Crafting the sickness like a bioterrorist
Mutate the bubonic plague, tagged like my essence and faith
Exponential potential; world is paper my mind a stencil
More like kindling for the bonfire initiative
the only thing you cats burn is bon bons in infinitive
You're beyond dense I float in the lazy river you call stress
Not common I have a pretense
Holographic project for reject
Sixth sense on the Atkins
golden age athens on a backspin
The beats a backalley
I'm trapped in
Kicked in the backdoor to the tracklist
Dropped my reality mad, cause I'm adlibz
Impale Zeus with a thunderbolt of thesis.
Damn, Mt Olympus fell to pieces
Not one for happy endings and fairytales
Unless I'm knocking a bitch up with my dragontails
spyro knocking optimists off the bandwagon
I don't bite your lyrics, I wipe my ass with 'em
Disciple of rhythm suffering seizures and visions.
Within this cyclical system
pistons power torturing systems.
Motions in session I'm highly
disgressive, like a philosophy major with MPD.
Step into the cyclone OT,
eye of the storm is my dick. Step off it.
The attentions exhausting and
you speak illiterate.
You call it tough talk, I call it gibberish.
Knocking out your teeth for your fairy tale limericks.
I'm smitten with
turning heads, snapping necks while I'm breaking bread.
Dead is a
relative term, so far along the journey the spirits lost their burn.
Fearless in the battle for survivail, smack you joking blokes for your
fake homicidally.
Homicidally honest, speak words of death to the deaf
and leave them blue in the face for breathe. Spittin raps like a
rhetorical game of catch, contort your internal organs ordering you to
fetch.
