[Bridge / Intro: Notebook.]

I'm the Magic one, I must be T-Mac

They thought I was done, but I just relapsed

Goin' O.D

Goin' O.D

[Verse 1: Notebook.]

I can't be humble 'cause I earned this

Learning to survive inside the jungle's got me earnest

That not many people equal what I'm worth

If I die before my next birthday, ha: that 27 Club

Would then be perfect, but bigger fish to fry await me

I get sick and tired of waiting, but I'm living anyway

I'll be a sight to see they'll try to recreate

Like when thеy make you sit inside a seat for paintings

Pagеs from magazines bolted on the wall

To portraits in some rich designer's place

'til I hit a higher space, and my sculpture's in the water

The Modern Christ of the Abyss

With neon-lights that beam against it

Upside-Down Black Cross in the marble

I can be offensive, but oh well

The legacy must be in stone

I won't be satisfied until I'm deified as the people chose

[Pre-Chorus: Notebook.]

Donatello, Michelangelo, Pablo Picasso...

That's a declaration, not a joke

My cave has no shadow of a doubt

Being held by this man like Plato's

Leave me alone when I say so

[Chorus 1: Notebook.]

I'm carving away because Art is a process

I feel I'm almost, but not yet done at all

[Hook: Notebook.]

I'm the Magic one, I must be T-Mac

They thought I was done, but I just relapsed

Goin' O.D. "Take a chill-pill and relax."

If I go overboard, we all sink

I'm goin' O.D. (x2)

[Chorus 2: Notebook.]

I'm carving away because Art is a process

I feel I'm almost, but not yet done at all

I'm sculpting away to unveil my truest face

My body is cosmic. I'm made of fire

[Verse 2: Sadistik]

I’m made of fire, skin like a razor wire

Same attire everyday, stay in tired everyday

If sin is just a state of mind I use it to my benefit

Center of a vacant life they grew up in a television

Still I shine like light-house

I blind from my mouth

It binds to quiet down

Fault lines so seismic

A mind that mines doubt

They die when I prowl

Take flight and find out

Put pen to paper for the pent up anchors

Rising like its Kenneth anger

Finding my own bed to lay in

Metal fingers prying on my mental state

Inside is only ventilators

Eminence is all I ever emanate, okay

If they lead astray, they get lead & strays

I can press the weight, I’ve been set aflame inside torrential rains

A brain that I ingest like Kuru, unimpressed if you do it

With pins inside my chest from voodoo, left beneath a blue moon

I’ll be fine

[Verse 3: Notebook.]

I fight for individuality

Was quite a cynic 'til that flashing beam

Dismissed the might within, but magically

Found that I could mold just like some gold that's under massive heat

I'm way too clean and turned straight into that new being

Who didn't wash away sins. Imperfection's a fashion-piece

My necklace is black rubies. I resemble a mannequin

With the anarchist symbol stretching from hat to feet

That's a sculpture of our culture

I'M the Sculpture of our culture

Rebellion's romantic. Buy me a tech and a hatchet

I'll be impressed and ecstatic. You go get dressed and we're dashin'...

Kiss your neck and your back, and rub my razor on your skin;

Lick the blood. Plenty thugs feel shame, but I'm a Lord full of Passion

Let's take over the globe

Rearrange all the old and control that they hold

We are freaks and they can't toe-to-toe with us, though

I have broken my pose

The real me's something very low in temp; icy, cold, and I'm froze

Analogous to props in windows for some clothes

Everything is skin-tight

Historic, meaningless idols are always in sight

I remain standing still and observe

It introduces chills to my nerves

I'm a fly on the wall. What they spill is absurd

I'm highly and appalled, and don't feel what I've heard

Legends are invisible Outcasts

In 3000 years, every "myth" will be found "fact"

[Hook: Notebook.]

I'm the Magic one, I must be T-Mac

They thought I was done, but I just relapsed

Goin' O.D. "Take a chill-pill and relax."

If I go overboard, we all sink

I'm goin' O.D. (x2)

[Pre-Chorus 2 / Outro: Notebook.]

Donatello, Michelangelo, Pablo Picasso...

That's a declaration, not a joke

My cave has no shadow of a doubt

No shadow of a doubt

No shadow of a doubt