[Oracle: Verse 1]

Can't ex the venom spit boomslang tune slam grammar

View hang from chained Django's due to raid land crows

My soul behold a different calibre

Born beneath the red moon like the wrong

Green mamba

Most word worlds are not the crystal appearances

You look upon by third person, witness it

I like the way you die boy

Can't put aside

Comparison, the thief of joy

I seed a demon ship to leak its

Grimaldi

Stopped rocking for troglodyte

Goblin brains never feel the penny drop

That's the real magic learn it

As man becomes Nidhogg and gnaws away thе

Earth tree

The virtue murk in sickness and torе us from our sleep

Spent long enough jabroni now the over-tryer's zoning

I strain happy with the pain reversed, Grimaldi

My face anti vertical paint a word Grimaldi

My amber ring melt upon mic handling

When a sad Anubis have to rap man to deaths door again

Valour rich catalysts carry blank manuscripts but

Ravenous bliss eaters dim chakra blackened sense activist

They say my voice is thunderous

So let it carry clouds like lambs legs

With my utterance

Ruptured

My disposition hinge upon 20 drunken steeplejacks

My leaky brain displayed through medieval needle hats

Evil rats clean the scene of body sap

So we join to trees like vines upon the canopy

Brandish heat in harmony of man and tree

Land and speak, its the crow boy

Oracle, SymAntiks

Its like that