My attempt at belligerence, without ignorance, Middle fingers hidden in my fists of vision written, intermittent competent mission searching religion like I’m fitting to sin again without the repentance of my pen again, mentioning what was missed without innocence I’m addictive highly in regards to the simpleton, filled to feel the useful real, tell em I sent the deal, past the back of a head that was bent with a brim like a cap was peeled, roll the wheel, forge the steel, break a bar for everything that I’ve got until far loosens up on the knot of noose of appeal, choose a choice of the chosen, check on the fact of reason and logic, are not it, far from gotten, I’ve got it, locked up promises pardoned partaken profited, not again, belligerent beyond benevolent, celibate like the abstinent preacher preaching on the back of a mattress, sell or persuade on the acts of an accident, put the four to the five, twist and revolve in the mind, hollowed out swallowed bullets, barreled between every eye, against the sky as a rise until arose is composed of most intolerant focus, it can seem hocus pocus, but guarantee it’s imposed as dope, lost inside of a loss as I creep and I crawl behind positive, monsters fall into fable but swear to god that they’re able, as they maul on the masses, smash the sheep in the dreams that comfort all in their pastures of grasses, scheduled massacres on the amended task list, replay every track list, repeat the track list, repeatedly reversely seek to decipher the map quest! WOO! I’m speaking to masses! WOO! As I search for my talent, I found it, I mount it, on the mantle of fire, passionate earnest over desire, I’m wired unwired like a celestial hybrid, pushing against the pulling of the gravitational nonsense, upon this, I pawn this material bondage, as I pay it off with my genetic homage, but then I rob them, hold my soul hostage, cost effective comfort acknowledged by the amount of a promise promised with the promising fathering decisional bothering, haunting my dreams as I launder them, pondering thoughts that holler feelings of color, destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, no order, Tell em I sent the deal Roll the wheel, forge the steel Belligerent beyond benevolent WOO! I’m speaking to masses! WOO! Tell em I sent the deal Roll the wheel, forge the steel Belligerent beyond benevolent WOO! I’m speaking to masses! WOO! defeated with barriers and borders that loiter my infinite Love that is ignored, short step, tripping on the trip, that gets the fit that missed the rest of my clips that sit in saturated spit, soaking unnoticed imposed as ghost that haunted the dreams composed 10 lines ago, I’m on the mic like the white, starting fights with the man in the mirror with no sense of appearance, projecting reflective expression through progressive perception as a weapon I’m stepping through every end of the spectrum, I’m blessed with the curse of a blessing, no stressing protection, as I’m perfecting impression...you get the message? Tell em I sent the deal Roll the wheel, forge the steel Belligerent beyond benevolent WOO! I’m speaking to masses! WOO! Roll the wheel Forge the steel Belligerent Beyond benevolent I’m speaking to masses Speaking to masses Masses... WOO! Original lyrics by THOUGHTAHOLIC (@d13ov04). Sound and production by THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA. © 2026 THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA | An Indiana-Istanbul collaboration.
