Certain sides of temptation start to sprout,

wait I'm too clean for this leave me out

From those depths comes the part of me,

that's too fearless to back down

Time to incinerate hesitation

Flip my mode to devastation

Liquid moves, no contemplation

Pumped fascinations,

need no persuasions

Automatic internalizations

That's what I really stand for

You should know

If fate pulls a trick on me

You should know

Vaporizes foes till death of me

You cry slow

If my brain blows a fuse then, 

I'd go into hiding for my safety 

don't make me turn this thing on and go crazy

Dust off my crazy

This became the rainy day for which I saved all my sick heat

I attack like a break-beat

To save myself from these silhouettes, 

That stand and shroud me on my right and left

Tension builds at this address

Don't contest my will to live 

that's a serious make me furious offense

Do your thing God Bless,

I transform out of nervous to the sickest cell that I possess

It procreates like a threat

When shit is life or death my body screams 

monstrous to build obscene montras,

in the tongues of Gods and Mongers who used war 

like a fucking sculptor sculpts shit and lies it

Can a madman be an artist?

I lay you down to bed like your father as my thoughts grow darker 



Wait I'm too clean for this leave me out

My thoughts grow darker 



What saves you from yourself?

I consumed by years of passivity turned activity in split seconds

My newest weapon is my state of calm

Lowered alarms, I feel more peaceful adrenaline has its charms

Wait I'm too clean for this leave me out

From these depths I'm relentless, fearless, priceless, senseless, anxious

On the edge of this ledge I sit,

boundless I thank you that I found this

Force me to these grounds with threats and motive,

now I'm focused approachless

I would have given a man my kingdom a year ago just to feel this

My thoughts grow darker 



Who's that?

Neipom's code name is propane

Shake the game like loose change, giving to bums for their true pain

From these two things, to my shoestrings I'm good things

Like a shot of Hennerock on my hoop dreams

It ain't a new thing

I'm the sling slang kind

To make a fool dance make his deuce-deuce sing

What ya'll chattin bout, 

in a flash I'm out

Poof Thanks

Nothing but smoke, hating but you, loving it though

Squatting on top of the globe

Busting snot in your snow

Yeah Neipom

They should put my flow in jars, pop the top, enjoy the God

And if I'm ice pull my toes apart for frozen bars

That's the only way ya'll eat me, or dispose of Porn



Our thoughts grow darker

Wait, we're too clean for this leave us out

Our thoughts grow darker