Verse 1 (Hex One)

Formless figures in this dark abyss spawned with fingers

Born as diggers in this caustic mist the primordial triggers

From prime audio spinners to spitters to hoards of disks

To cosmic rifts just to keep an audience drawn with bliss

It begins through an infant galaxy's prevailing arms

Making songs with forces formulating covalent bonds

From a race that’s now erased and gone

And the eclectic yet neglected dialectic of these ancient psalms

He rose with prose before this sea of natives raised their arms and chose

The latest cars and clothes to weigh their cons and pros

And after all the hecklers of this rhyme craft

He still exhales the echoes of a time past and knows that though

This battered game is just a shadow of its former greatness

This ain't a battle just to scorn the fake shit we take it

From the dormant pawns that forfeit skill as they move through

To orbits that keep it real as they used to word bond

Chorus (x2)

A former shell of what it used to be

You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me

Distorted tales of where these moves could lead

The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe

Verse 2 (Tek-nition)

She knows she's using her last paint brush smeared lipstick

Mixed in her MAC makeup to mask the last break up the past

This glass makes up for fashion panties yanked up her ass

This fast famous with class that crash and always laugh before destruction

Pure function that would ignore corruption but now it's poor production

Yearning more consumption right before she fucks him

She blasts his music really loud as the chorus thumps

In her soulless eyes a faint description of what she holds inside

Obsessed her estrogen is wetter than forest stream

Her medicine's like Claritin Excedrin and Morphine

It's nothing new her pussy spreads like it’s a quarantine

A plague to force a scheme unto its death or to a dormant dream

Another up and coming rapper with a morbid theme

Who wants to shine like an aurora beam and put on for his team

Such an allure to take a bad step her soul purpose

To explicitly purchase his soul 'til his last breath

Chorus (x2)

Verse 3 (Self the Bluest Eye)

Yo the Sharpie glisten so park it you gotta listen

I'm not a Christian but shit's been awfully gifted and so oddly lifted

That the starship's sitting side ways it sees it my way

The scripts the notes the first drafts and the colorful rhyme play

Observe it perfectly poetic and immersive

You hearing it one time and reminded later in first person

That's my word son sentence and punctuation these youngins hating

And stating fallacy and I don't feel up to wasting hard work

Cause being broke could make the stomach hurt

But starvation still ain't enough to make me wanna twerk and yo

Dudes fake and flirt with lakes of skirts but I

Relate from birth to death with rhymes that shake the earth

See I need this you bleed this overstand it how I sees this

It's like the truest love useless bunch you ain't even needed

You breathing my breaths I could be using to relieve the stress

The key is less more only ensures the game is death I miss how this used to be

Chorus (x2)