[Chorus]
I'm wraith from the otherside of realm
Walking with the blank footsteps, ice on my gown
I'm breathin' comet dust from the underside of sound
Geometric I'ma clown, jester djinn with a pound on the phone
Control is on the tone got the board with the 9-1-1, fiddy clots of blood Rome
Raise an empire outta stone, with the runes carved into bones
Sprinkle on the flesh, I'm feeling messy, sundered by the whole
Mandala metric is my fantasy rulership my only goal
Writing to the gods in tandem, ink blotted with the coal
Burning all the fuckin' old, starting a new version of myself
Not what I'm told, I'ma call it never fold
Burning all the fuckin' old, starting a new version of myself
Not what I'm told, I'ma call it never fold
I'ma call it never fold
The bet, on the set, steady to drop you with the mac
Call me diced up homes, cut on both sides of my lips
I'm running fucking laps around you, flow is spiced out I'm a vet
Armed with a fuckin AK and a bullet-proof vest
Teeth are diamond I'm in a jet, blastin' off to mount Tibet
Call me junk-monk, gliding with that slave-ship Boba Fett
Make yo' bitch my bitch you bitch, I'm itchin' for that trigger shtick
Blastin' off ya whole dome, make you headless I'm ahead
Less horseman with the fuckin' whores in the back of the bunk
Chariot filled with bloody course-limbs
I eat the flesh ya its score man, Red Orchestra is war bitch
Got the .50 rifle and another man to mark them
Yeah, we murk them, murking with the fuckin' right to kill from the other side of the life
Death is running along my knife, I'm fiending for that victim strife
I make this shit kinda right, I'm reaper with the light
[Chorus]
I'm wraith from the otherside of realm
Walking with the blank footsteps, ice on my gown
I'm breathin' comet dust from the underside of sound
Geometric I'ma clown, jester djinn with a pound on the phone
Control is on the tone got the board with the 9-1-1, fiddy clots of blood Rome
Raise an empire outta stone, with the runes carved into bones
Sprinkle on the flesh, I'm feeling messy, sundered by the whole
Mandala metric is my fantasy rulership my only goal
Writing to the gods in tandem, ink blotted with the coal
Burning all the fuckin' old, starting a new version of myself
Not what I'm told, I'ma call it never fold
The bet, on the set, steady to drop you with the mac
Call me diced up homes, cut on both sides of my lips
I'm running fucking laps around you, flow is spiced out I'm a vet
Armed with a fuckin AK and a bullet-proof vest
Teeth are diamond I'm in a jet, blastin' off to mount Tibet
Call me junk-monk, gliding with that slave-ship Boba Fett
Make yo' bitch my bitch you bitch, I'm itchin' for that trigger shtick
Blastin' off ya whole dome, make you headless I'm ahead
Less horseman with the fuckin' whores in the back of the bunk
Chariot filled with bloody course-limbs
I eat the flesh ya its score man, Red Orchestra is war bitch
Got the .50 rifle and another man to mark them
Yeah, we murk them, murking with the fuckin' right to kill from the other side of the life
Death is running along my knife, I'm fiending for that victim strife
I make this shit kinda right, I'm reaper with the light