The Mimic - Intellectual

Advanced DNA hybrids

Grey reptilian shadows

Flash before my eye lids

Laying dead, by the gallows

Lucid and encrypted visions

I'm on a symbolic mission

Not from above, but my own decision

Do I have to carve em in my arm and table for you to listen?

Creatures of malevolent kind will shape shift

Throw up a hood as a cloak to cover the facelift

Of green slimy scales, searching for a soul matrix

Another cold entity waiting for their que to go ape shit

Humans instigate a splice of madness and hatred

Intergalactic beings come to our world to observe not take it

Stop acting like we are the race of the great ancients

In this relative reality, I know I ain't shit

My dreams come true, probably why I'm so anxious

Lost souls reach out to my level, as if they didn't take my ladder and break it

I have descended from a realm of my own creation

One nation under fraud, I am Oblivion

My legacy will carry on, get ready for the invasion

No more whys, no more snakes

No more lies, no more fakes

No more I's, no more games

No more rights, no more blame

I assure you this is not a game you wanna play

I use my inner pain as my eternal flame

Fall for the gimmick and evolve as a mimic

All for the wicked, theyll solve what I'm spittin

Saw Aura, vivid, decode law, program slippin

Call me a Wiccan, greys stand tall, they know I am gifted

Abduction, I have been lifted

Destruction, time has been shifted

Instruction, go back as an infant

Disruption, here to piss off the livin'

While youre wasting time playing games like fortnite

I switch up at night and play games with the fourth kind

The illusion of an evil leader, when I'm really for light

I'll deform your mind in less than four minutes, no one needs a sword fight

No one acts right when a messenger like me is so forthright

I can do a lifetime's worth of work in the span of about four nights

Borderline Buttahs lurk in the darkness, so I grab a torch light

I float high above the clouds, in this game you can say I score nine

I'm the tour guide, you glorifiy, who might rip out your spine, poor guy

I speak the truth but have a gorey mind, I keep it open, they call me sore eye

Cause Everytime I die

I come back to fucking life

Those with closed minds will be blind to the mimics

So I'm taking out the trash, I'll just click and delete this

Every day I see right through 'em, revenant relivin'

Repeating history, there is no such thing as complete bliss