[Verse 1]

Adjust of us, to attacks the crowd

The simple fly, plus arrows, I rush the format

If four blind shots to ya verbs and pronouns

These herbs'll slow down, with terms to sicken a guitar

Dip live and you just the point to ball

For sharp lines, make keen, the blast to catch phrase

Overdrawn by the crowd who strikes amaze

Never float like me, and oddly never lose a few

So bear wits, to appreciate verse such as that

Anitiate words to come back, over tight

Nah, I'm different from these war heads

More treds on my adjective's

Allow full side steps, to deflect your ships

Then he make a true vowels, with volume, see I'll

Prospect tunnel, for me and Asan Icon

We rock broad neck, funnels to collect

The drips and moss, giving y'all friends and serves

No connecting to our actual juice of five foot

And the least to serve, with over stridal shoots

Indeed and they relax in conforts

They need to form and parse words, to lose any casual sense

Of well being, yo lay back, grows ya depths



[Verse 2]

As the beings, squads find it hard to establish

A working rhythm, my esoteric mysticism makes me a mathematician

Like Apollonius, phony as any who receive lobotomies

Get caught in my harsh, canapoly of unhappy rhapsodies

Fragments of stagments, we world with ultramagnets

My reverberation, crush men to micro fragments

I get's physical in the forest of absolute manitrition

My complex disposition, forces crews into submission

Beginnings on one six two, switches through to witch's brew

On which is true, or which is you

Isolation, plus, a reflux, I see buck

Who get the equilibrium shattered, or crushed to this

I throw fists, and take trips, to other dimensions

My henchmen will bend them and get attention

As I destroy decoys and make noise

My b-boys will be employed, to deploy like the falling of Troy

Fell into the soul, control, what is concealed

If a void is not filled, my suicidial thoughts will come real