[intro: siix]

Mic check one two, one two/

Yea

Uh

[verse 1: siix]

Pretty black Beetle so cerebral in my cortex/

Climbing up the ladder if he falls who gone support that/

Hard exterior he's not inferior indeed/

Harlots, crucifixes fixed upon his self esteem/

All he wants to do is fall asleep, create a dream/

Something different can he ever change reality/

All around him fallacies/

Cowards sell their loudest dreams/

He's a powder keg and inside him release the loudest screams/

And they love it when he dies inside the hourglass/

Trapped in bubbles and the quotes he made an hour pass/

He can see the inner demon and the child in him/

Pretty beetle ain't defeated but he drowning in depression/

Scarab ain't scared of life lessons, he contests them/

Love me or hate me I am a weapon Harmageddon/

Aar of souls, I see no foes in my way/

I am the plague and stones/

[verse 2: siix]

Im a double winged demon with the energy in me/

I'm a good guy, I'm a bad guy all depends on who I meet/

Water bearer with a scarab and an eye that's so unique/

I'm in other solar systems in the time a human blink/

I see futures that's so bleak that's why I'm here to help repeat/

I'm a monster, I'm an angel, my vibration ain't in sync/

I feel crazy I'm amazed that you could keep up on this beat/

Love my daughter and my son and they don't exist in these streets/

I'm yo daddy, I'm a magi, and my baby is unique/

No yes, maybe/

If you shady I can tell right when we meet/

Ain't no west craven I'm behaving like Edgar Allen Poe/

Cut your tounge off if you snitching or you rapping bout a hoe/

I got a hold on every game I got the dice inside my palm/

I got niggas in Miami I got niggas in the Palms/

Central Florida straight to Georgia cuz the south what's goin' on/

Fuck the borders opposition I got missions to get on/

Nigga/

I am the baddest dragon I usurped Spyro throne/

And I'm nasty as Alladin with the genie on the phone/

I don't wish shit I envision and I manifest through poems/

Can we all get along/

Had three voices all along/

Am I sick or just sick-witted/

Some call it gifted, I'm switching figures/

Body snatching, Charles Manson, in a mansion/

That I've established/

Did a hat trick/

3 and back/

Guess you can call the shit magic/

I am a man and a fraction/

I'm released through these actions/

What is you askin'?/

{outro: siix]

Pretty black Beetle so cerebral in my cortex/

Climbing up the ladder if he falls who gone support that/

Hard exterior he's not inferior indeed/

Harlots, crucifixes fixed upon his self esteem/

All he wants to do is fall asleep, create a dream/

Something different can he ever change reality/

All around him fallacies/

Cowards sell their loudest dreams/

He's a powder keg and inside him release the loudest screams/