Egodeth - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Mad Mike]

Now get closer, I can feel our eyes touch

Fires in your iris on divine stuff

Making mad pictures in confinement

Pinnacles align and force arises

Magic in the flames of your mindset

You can feel the vibe get crazy when your eyes get lazy

Naked in the flames, sucking on your minuscule

Pictures of the pretty kids and fuckin' up the city shit

Enveloping the millions, acting like I give a fuck

Put your fuckin' fingers up, love is all I know

Pocketful of fucks making heads roll

You can sleep dead though, sleeping on your pension

Dancing on your death with your restful intentions

Six and five five's all pretty when I dive off

Medal in my mouth, now lemme breath deeper

You can be the creature that I love but my head says 'Fuck you!'

'Fuck you!'

Africa will burn, but love spills deep

Blood inside the cracks of my dust filled feet

Making friends with my pain-self, egodeath is real when you reach out

You can go to sleep now, never chasing death

I'll make peace with the freaks, pieces of the friends that I

Meet see me, stand tall when I speak

Twenty five fires, I'm alive when I ride off

Twenty five mind's in compiling

Beautiful and violent, still breath deep

Magic in the flames that I keep

Close to the pain that I see, crushed teeth

Pain is a pleasure make peace

[Verse 2: Disco Azrael]

Make bitches wet in the desert

Drink it up a toaster cup to Batman tendencies

A chilling tale, written in a fire pit

Reflected in the iris of a spy intent on killing kings for diamonds

We travel deep into the desert, most princesses won't let me

Come close so let your hair down hold it while I...

Make you wet in the desert, stretch in the desert

Straight sex in the desert, I'm a wreck for your pleasure

Bitch, test me, recipe for gold flakes

Think about the future while the whole entire room shakes

Sipping up and hoping for a better shot at love

I'm suckin' troubled clits, some drunk fucks rubbing on your milk filled tits

Milk equals water lemme have it

I'm the thirstiest Agorian the stamp sand platter

Trading spice for a life, I'm a villain on a tight rope

Cynicism as night, no it's criminal to bite flows

Riding on my pipe dreams, I could see the light

While you were crying in your diapers, fighting with my night chills

Looking at my bike, I could run away tonight

And take control of my life still

I see 'em when I'm rapping and I know the globe will love me

Just as long as we can catch this, fat kids rapping on an anxious beat

I fill my shoes with the memories and rap for free