Last Running Statement - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

We play games with a sick rhyme like it's crime

Clock's set in the clockwise, countering our lives

We speak love like who knows the where what's why

And I find the fine signs as high times

Skyflier spinnin' in spites phalange sit and flex

Like Jay doesn't know that Drake is the [?]

It's sin sits sinning in [?] is well spent

Legs broke my days so I choke onto what's next

And I ain't got shit, shit I ain't had shit in years

But I've been shoveling shit like my shit is set in fears

And I bottle the pump shotty with Cobain cocaine

Like the nemesis with a sidekick pumps to backs veins with

Man genetics to grow emotionally apathetic

Been running so long the calisthenics are copasetic

I cap heads like stack [?] anesthetics

Old souls of black folks to antiseptics like that

You don't know how to act

Act like nothing happened

Evangelistic

I speak with the chords of angel business

My misery is paranormal, reason's no Hayley Williams

Neon mission, the prism differs so Shinji Lilith

And Asuka is the angry mistress to crazy women

In hopes that my Langley makes Sohryu enough to maybe miss the division

Electrical currents I mainly envision

Since my mind wards low tides like the zaniest Christians

A life after the death of stretch banged with banging pistons

You can chew on my lyrics and end up believing their screeching of malnourishment

I regurgitate my words and fire acidic pertinence

Penance, I renounce my soul to breathe life into this sentence

And get God of galactic a castrophe of sad endings

And it gets sad as life flashes, the baddest mandem

I battle toads on rocky roads till dads are fencing

And it bleeds on it's sun, son is a phantom menace

My life kicks and the light flicks so it sits on this perfect ending