[Hook]

Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch

Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse

Ego trips are on your face, you fall flat

Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch

Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse

Ego trips are on your face, you fall flat

[Verse 1]

I’m standing stern in a plateau of cliff dive

Control the riptide

As I spit lines and get mine

Entwined with mind to find trap door to unlock and walk in

Talk men into taking lives of friends when I begin

Try to transcend sin, discovering you’re not able

Fables get told when I scold the hottest

Only one of the dopest, focus modest

The oddest seamstress

Propel skits from the lips this twist of the normal

Formal gift attack, conscious with rap

Blitz comments to smack [?] drips from the [?] that perforate my thought-scape

Liftoff rate to the next degree

Sick of seeing shows where they might rip so I spit the heavenly songs

Stems for the palms, spill ink to sink the calm

Tranquil trinkets you think with

On the brink of a swift capsize

Brews abuse the new waitress

Take ten paces towards your nuclear family

I’m lighting a fuse, wasted existence

Repentance the nod as well as access to the mattress

Where we make love to the drum break

And create armies of words in page form

[?] storms of corn kernels that pop ish

I split atoms with weather patterns, building a personal climate

Innate inner self seeks to speak to the strong or meek

As I’m preparing to inherit the earth

Cursed since birth with virus that life is

When I quit that means that I reached the pinnacle of speech

And galaxy [?] the new land in hand with me

[Hook]

Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch

Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse

Ego trips are on your face, you fall flat

Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch

Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse

Ego trips are on your face, you fall flat

[Verse 2]

Yo, the fat lady takes sound-checks when I step to sites

Replenish rhymes with life-telling minds, my image reflects mics

Ill’s on some next, lines stretched, their legs proportioned

You keep it live like a fetus after abortion

Morris can’t code into the fact [?]

I attack crowds with style

Versatile like the shadow on a sundial

Run wild, there’s still time of rhyme mates

They see dash yo at the weigh in

Y’all turn the game in so I put you in check like cashflow

What is this?

I’m staying fly, you’re Icarus

Master of gravitational descension

One line sent non-rappers to deep space

I wet crews like seascapes

If my mother spits your rhymes, I couldn’t relate

Shatter insides of walls and floor patterns from Saturn to decorate the clean slate of your mind state

Can you keep up ‘cause I’m accelerating?

Metaphoric metabolic lyrics where knowledge and insights live in mics like contortionists

Distorting this havoc electromagnetic hazardous magnanimous Illogic lacking cannabis

You’e a fan of this bliss I’m demonstrating

Mentally renovating with innovation to split minds like virgin penetration

[Hook]

Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch

Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse

Ego trips are on your face, you fall flat

Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch

Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse

Ego trips are on your face