Perfect Little Island

Lyrics

Verse 1: Live from the underbelly of the undead Eyes shot read by the bloodshed Twisted mind shape the scenery, skyline Gotham city Lost minions at street level rocking with me Obviously an insipid individual Depict dem sick cannibalistic visuals A ritual distinct in its principles Lift the kingdom off its hinges and give it rules Omnipresence down to the most miniscule Micro-thief looting the earth for minerals Allstar world stage player no tricks no gimmicks and no intervals Live in a land of smoke mirrors and ridicule Somewhere between the scientific and the spiritual Bungee outta the clouds Bury modern text well embedded in the deepest ground Rediscovered by an era, relic of a pioneerer Revival of a tribal chief and cult leader Chorus: You don't wanna live in the world that I reside in Wanna live on that perfect little island But when my intent get inside your mind its time that you were hidin' hidin' You don't wanna live in the world that I reside in You wanna live on that perfect little island But when my intent get behind your eyelids there ain't no hidin' hidin' hidin' Verse 2: Emerge from the rubble and debris Struggling to breathe Take my first steps and buckle at the knees Survey the scene through dust metal and steam To complete my next move running at full speed Mantra the host of a troublesome disease Flooding the streets, destruction will increase Medication immune, so illustrious a feat Now a generation later still fuckin' with MC's Summoning the seeds of toil trouble and treason Raw rugged and teethin' Get switchin' the seasons, blistering heat The next minute we freezin' neck twit-chin' and seizing It seems forever since the temperature-was even Without even a mention of a reason (LORD) please hear the peeps pleadin' Don't let this trespass escape your attention (LORD) his words defy meanin' The world that he been in is a land of demons It speaks to me while I'm asleep and I'm dreamin' (It keeps me from breathin) Chorus Verse 3: Scene awoke to a nauseating premise Permeating from a perfectly positioned picture Mr. Madness, moving in a cavalcade Ruining your barricades, this is just a matince You should see the show we have arranged for the witching hour Saturday That's a depraved and raw type of cabaret If you ain't a rhymer then son put the rap away Hackin' at you fakes with 3 katana and dagger blade Chorus