[G Rider]

Existence is futile, resistance - a new trial

Admittance - a huge vow, my kitchen with new tile

To upgrade and strive, to trick your self achievement

Weddings, baby showers, graduation, write your name in the cement

To assert yourself is called biologically

To invert yourself is caused philosophically

I'm waiting for the blunt, I'm waiting for the doja

I'm waiting for the hunt, I'm waiting for the closure

Death, end of victory, that river to the ocean

Genetic and kinetic, potential, and emotion

Rocks on the water, lambs at the slaughter

A young man's bitch is an old man's daughter

[Swank Daddy]

Now I'm about as logical as any other logical disaster

I will be a fool to use your measuring for nature

I will be a tool for the people to rate what I love

Like politicians, anything that life is made of

Too many floors on your buildings

I travel in my sleep and wake up with a answer that sweep me off my feet

There's a chopper in my sky getting lost in a storm

Descend this world, bitch you'll never be warm

How much can you do?

Would you want to, or would they let you?

Come up out the shit, don't ever hear me too

Don't know about y'all, put the balls to the walls

I respond to the moons in the length of a cause

Bring us back to the rhyme in the art of cocoons

Place where must know we could boom

And being that my black got you born in June

Don't mean a damn thing but I was born around July

So roll up the weed and get hella high

As we communicate with shit we can't identify

Much is linked to the love for the life in the dime

We're nothing but victims of our own reply

I don't move backwards but I might stop

See what I can learn for the spots to these rocks

And one get the fuck off my jock, bitch

[Mxlplx]

All my clothes smell like smoke, all my socks are filled with holes

I'm so motherfucking broke it makes me wonder how I goes

From the curb to the gutter, back again as me blows

In the wind like dismembered falling off a haunted ghost

Traveling through the ether never tripping, I suppose

Everything is getting better, forever out to expose

The hidden pieces on the level just beyond land of shadows

I'm the hangman, I'm the devil, I'm the death in all the battles

I'm the magician, I'm the emperor existence in the dark

Necro nocturnal pleasure principle tears me the fuck apart

Indigo magic is invisible, tricked out and has no heart

I am the sickest individual to ever bless this art

Manipulation is the typical way everything else start

Pay no mind to where the ripples go, make sure your blade is sharp

Mental tomahawk will split ya skull and leave it in the park

Roaming through these optical illusions off the charts