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As I begin to write the scripture
This prophecy I tell shall paint a picture
Using the
Tip of a brush that's sharp enough to puncture
Holes in the abstract
Leak a whole world of knowledge
Ode to the brain that's been polished by the velvet cloth of the giants
Roaming the earth way before the dawn of the man who slept on the worldly fabric
That Atlas held in his hands
Resting upon shoulder blades which  could withstand any pressure
Plates that would crumble to dust put lesser men in a stretcher

Greatness was the norm now we can't do with it
A wilted flower from the past passed by the new wicked
Being normal's now the true solution
I ain't supposed to do this
I'll shoot with the  gun that the victim chooses

That's a metaphor for all the dummies who wonder how it's funny how i be  describing Situations around me

Basically baby ears
What i'm saying is simple
It's really bout
Paying attention to how it goes:
The victim
The listener
The gun
The genre
The perpetrator on the mic is yours truly

But  does he know if he took a dookie and pressed record
It would still come out tough enough  to whip the tail of your Honda Accord
I said if I could afford shit just imagine what i could do
Like cash is a bitch i'm waiting for to come thru
Money money money I ain't stressing bout it since
Even with nothing to my name I been doing a madness
I'm the mastermind
Of this lyrical labyrinth
Who's more concerned about what's about to be than what has been
My biggest fear is speaking too highly about shit in past tense
Since that's  a tell tale sign you're on a dry spell since
The last trip out
Or the last chick hit
You're in a drought
And your good times have now been spent
It's bad intent when I recite your fate
It's all  of the moments of success that you could never relate to

Conjure a sphere in which you could sit and
ponder in fear
Only to see that things start to look slightly different here
Hearing the voices in your head real clear
Candyman candyman candyman
And now the nightmare personified has appeared

To put your ego in a ER
Now we don't know who we are
Your world's  turned inside out
Out of insight and mentally scarred
The  door to your brains locked you'll need to get a  brand new key-card
Just listen to how Gabor hit this blues lick on his guitar

Never fret that's a order don't break a sweat if you wanna come and collect all your roses right at the end of the show
Show them how you finish strong and
Carry on until the gong is hit and the audience's gone
Now you got over the feeling
Every moment
That you dreaded
Said shit with no rhyme or reason
It's euphoric
To believe
That nothing could come in between
Me and my craft except me and my craftiness to make excuses
So as soon as I sense myself spewing some bullshit I'm moving

Off to better places
Off to get my mind elated
You and I are not the same
We ain't even distantly related
We are not a stone's throw away from one another
We're like a couple dozen boulders of heavy rocks
At least 30 stones
Fitting for a  stone age paleolithic Judas
While I stand as the harbinger of the mask made of aluminum
And I'm rocking like Baldwin on the gates of Jerusalem

We're in a container
And like a jammed pipe of a nine
It's two of us here
But there's only room for one in the chamber
Erasing yourself from this place is  much safer
I know you and I'm sure confrontation ain't in your nature
Now that you're gone you've gone and done me a solid
A favour, straight out the goodness of your character
Innocent naivety nourished the malice in me
From a miniature menace it grew into a big bad behemoth
I sit back and start scheming I mould you to wanna believe in what I believe in
See what I see you see it's insanely fun to  corrupt a mind to the point of insanity
It's beyond me why you'd ever wanna live a life modestly
When it's honestly  so much better to let the wicked wander and write their own Symphony of cacophony

Sinful is the atrocity
Committed by children
Who had parents that graced the gardens of Eden
Mouths that's dying to get to feeding
They're fiending for the baby formula that was derived from the essence
Of the apple that was grown in the presence of the divine
Reciting all of the lines
That was written on the first slab
Before it was crushed and snorted in the back of a cab
Go ahead handle that type of information
If you can

We snapped our necks
Tryna look at the stars
We've come too far to start believing that we've come so far
This here the prelims- we ain't even fighting on the undercard
So guard up or you could end up on the tabletop
Getting lobotomised
This ain't a sight for the weary eyed
To go against it would be ill-advised
I think that's a fair warning

Room's spinning
Gotta get yourself grounded
You're dumbfounded how did you end up surrounded by yourself
Just at the moment when you thought  that you pulled up alone

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