Had about enough of this, caught up in a thought of bliss Had to wish just to get applaud cuz a god fell for a goddess. Collapsed and felt it through, a spinnin motion, my devotion meant for you; Rise again like a firebird, stylin wild my dial the vial, third. Crashin action but my tracks cracked a magic faction. Traction controlled cold, folded than unfolded like a sold my soul ⸻ They wanna drift me out from a dark reflection My only exception was the blessing that my treasure never measured leisure, my pleasure a grand gesture, A silent specter with the scepter, I’m a wreck sure. Architecture. ⸻ I deconstruct assumption, my mags dumpin like slack crumble Humblin the dub, a bubba stormin, deforms while I reform my sword, Cup is pourin, rose pedal floorin, I’m according to the chord My Lord gifted me to speak on His accord. ⸻ I’m the chaos in the storm, the foremen like George; forming at your door like I’m Mormon. The four horsemen in the court, tortured, deformed. Cordial words recorded for the norm I roared. ⸻ I’m no silent saint I’m the devil in disguise. Kissed by Christ but I got demon eyes. My every breath screams like a beacon from me and your faulty lies fuckin mean nothing to me. ⸻ They want me locked like one side is all I am, but when I ride we all die and that’s real fam. Cuz I ain’t on one side without bein the other. And I’ll teach you the truth; you could never speak to your brother. ⸻ I’m the gift that’s given, the presence is liven, I’m ever forbidden. A treasure unmeasured; etched in Eden. I am Armageddon. Like a small bridge to the bridge of heaven. Add my digits, and do the math. I’m magic, no bloodbath. Tragic? I’m cacklin madness. That’ll stab this fathomless sadness until I clash with its matchin callous. My chalice, the high palace. I’m malleus. Yall just jealous gods… like you worship my phallus.
