Lyrics

[Verse] With the needle to the groove, I get fucked And I'm forced to fix it up. My style varies like virus in flux Nihilist rhyme scientist, nothing's never enough Double negative, no sedative, medicine 'em, get touched Like the sun, or a red button that turns the world to dust In an apocalyptic hopeless, he'll be eating the reaches Poaching perfect teeth from any mouth left wide open Howling all around him, while the mountains go molten Honest explosion igniting oxygen, midair potent And it burning eternally, everywhere like blood burgundy Bursting veins during surgery Move with worker bee urgency. Need no career or its currency Taking earth burning personally. Finally crying, but silently 'Cause perfect pain needs its privacy Chaos do choose its muse wisely, albeit undeniably violently Something combusting inside me, half major organ, half diary To become what you tried to be Despite high vibrancy, refinery quality, mined anxiety In death's inflexible binary, any bitch can get done In the ever-overlapping laugh of zeros and ones And when an end for all humanity comes I bet the person you've been starts to feel real phantom limb Bringing the lantern in, to a thicker cellar-walled skin But it's still decrepit and gaunt I am the human house my songs haunt Doing my best to manifest what the ghost of the Bronx want Half collapsed rap specter, swinging my syllable scepter While wrecking your neck with a lecture You're undereducated in the wrath of the expert Chaining the emergency doors Setting fire to floors wherever my uncaring kerosene pours Better get on all fours, and crawl under the smoke Or you're guaranteed to get choked by what I heatedly wrote Grabbing the inside of your throat Poor whoever when I'm going for broke Like a C-section with a mid-evil weapon The hero in question emerges from an awful mother's intestines Surviving my own death in birth Cursed, I reckon, I'll sculpt a whole human from mud Using my body's loosing blood Give it a name, and then just wait for the floods Me and my creations finding islands with doves Off with the gloves, gonna get my bear hands in the guts Of whatever I hunt Cause that's what the lion inside me want Better get a health care provider That covers all those who die per rap tiger incisor Left with the mark of a biter And all of kingdom come's none the wiser And one way or another, we all pay the piper