She’s stalking me, waiting on me to fail — to no avail. Just waiting watching Can’t stop with the tick tockin Or the chit chatting or tweeting How does she even have Time to do all of this cheating I guess looks are deceiving Meanwhile the clock strikes twelve I’m about an hour from writing the lyrics To escape this lyrical algorithmical hell. And to blur the lines In between this veil. To all of the damned, I don’t need a throne — I already run this landscape, No need for a portrait, a refrain, Or a hook — just unholy fire and the virgins I took. Meanwhile She’s looking shook, unbespoken, many are called — I’m one of the few actually chosen. Just ring rosing — It’s no conspiracy, just the utmost supreme lyricy. Got you stuttering like “why is this happening to me?” Meanwhile I’m going ghost face All up in your substrate Yea I’m going viral with no mask on, a man on a mission to get inside your head sublingually Get inside no symbiosis With high efficiency and no effort on my part — It’s all on your end. No usurpers to this surpency, just supreme no urgency. Making Moves in silence, With no no physicality — Because words are a weapon And silence is my violence. And I speak in code
