[Verse 1: Greydon Square]

Drastic

I'm trying to finalize this trade

Between you, heaven and hell

Involving your first round draft picks

Asterisk

You'll know who's robbing you maskless

Flee from the guillotine

We're known for dropping new baskets

Blast this

Across the Omni, all Anomaly

All for the Nani

Walking calmly through this lost Jumanji

This is different, but you all deny me

While I traverse the realities

That you author blindly

Often they would scoff

At our offering, call it awkward timing

If I can walk through

The portal first, you can walk behind me

Yeah, I'm atheist, but I talk divinely

Any of you

Ever been stalked for rhyming?

No? I didn't think so

Strange days, one-off classic

This is not a sequel

The sixth mеmber

Of SG-1, with a hefty gun

You'll get dismеmbered

Affecting sons

But I'll bet we won

Them the afraid

Living in hate

Descending in spate

Fishing in lake

If they're biting

I might give the a plate

Idiom vague, plenty innate

Trivium, dealing in vape

I'm straight Oblivion Gate

Giving 'em

Full obsidian slate

If I pay respect off the top

I'm avenging with blade

Each of it taken off of a block

I'm offending in ways

You wouldn't ontologically

Get shot from living in pain

Even if all of this stops

The potential exists

Think you calling the shots?

Determinism dissents

You even call on your gods

For me none of it fits

I'm sure to most apex entities

I'm a son of a bitch

I'mma get through this maze

Even if I have to invent

How to sift through the waves

Meaning a non-Euclidean

Unlocking different shades

Limited like compendium

In spite of living in rage

It's splendid conversing with the ascended

If it's mercifully emerging

From words that burst in a sentence

You're cursed in an instance

Aversion perturbed and it surges complicit

A permanent purge

See him lurking with murderous interest

Loaded for bear

Coated for lair

Over the snare

The opening's there

Hope to despair

Frozen in fear

Stuck in this motion, he's totin' his gear

The harsher the critic

The more potent the smear

Globalist fear

Chosen the spear

Broken the seer, omen

Open ears

Hoping they don't wanna hear him moping

I'm poking at weird slogans

Roving bear token

My flow is the nearest ocean

Hold his beer

He's boasting a mere quotient

I appear gross as

A defiantly weird cogent

Lying there dying

He's high and the gears are frozen

Iron still firin'

Flying with rare trojans

Motive clear

Nihilist, goaded

Shying of focus

A pious and pulpit

Brawl upon Mayan invoking

Rhyming emotions

Knowing his mind is his open

Time for devotion

He is designed from the broken

Golden tear

These rappers they scatter brain

We shatter frame

With the precision of Batarang

Same shit boiling

We spit on the track again

Different toilets

Justice depends on the bladder stain

[Outro 1: Greydon Square]

Yeah, ah

Gray Square

Ah