[Verse 1: Entropy]

Hell, I'm walkin' through it

Talkin' fluently to devils

Fucking congruent to no one

No ones on my level

I'm equal to angels broken to pebbles fallin' to earth

Given 9-5 schedules from birth, I told em

I was different

Introverted and gifted

Fuckin' perverted and mentally lifted

To levels beyond my opposition

My weapons flow with addiction

To fuckin hip hop and bitches

Im questioning my position

This diction is universal

Given with rhythm whether off the dome or rehearsal

Like religion and the pews fill with suicidal circles

I'm confused

Blowin purple in the dark and writtin' verses while I carve my thigh like couples in bark

Avoiden curfews, and

Fuckin in the back of the car

Her mama bought her while he eats her like a shark in the water

Somebody's daughter

I'm confused, the demon is loose

The noose fell through

Listen to what I tell you

Like it's a secret

And cut yourself to the message

[Hook: Entropy]

I ain't talkin' 'bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style

All the bitches go crazy, cuz the groove's wild

Talkin' bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style

All the people go crazy, cuz the groove's wild

Talkin' bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style

All my homies go crazy, cuz the groove's wild

Talkin' bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style

All the- Go- Cuz the- Wild

[Verse 2: Entropy]

You are me, I am you

I am all, I did shoot

Did not fall, hit reboot

Shut the system down and run it

Steppin' in the booth, see these rappers run in

The line between, hesitation and preparation

The line between supportin for the fam. and

Gettin money like a bitch with logo shirts and Jordan laces

Lookin' at all the faces

Voices I hear are paintin'

Subconsciously drawing pictures of Angels, demons and satan

Heaven is steamin'

All the apostles are screamin'

Waitin' for illustrations like this one to fill up the vacant pistol

Put it up to your mental

Pullin' the trigger quickly to watch you land in a pool of your misery

Which is history to me because I put it in the bullet and shot at the mystery figure

That was the mirror

Look at the image you shattered, you see it clearer?

The time is nearer, hear the words you're sayin' or read the lips of the broken glass

Forget the past, move forward, off with the head of satan, the head of man

Be patient, the blades dull but it can cut your fuckin' hand

Apply the pressure, no hesitation