Transfiguration process, catharsis

Roll old school banging type II darkness

Grave yard drive by raise carcass

New lost souls for the back walled garden

God, please just let me line your fucking pockets

I need a new spirit box and excess profits

In the name of trickle down economics

No longer a person, now just a product

Fuck owning masters // I’m getting plastered

Licking the boots of my captors

Fat rat in a cage what i’m after

Blast cash out my ass, it don’t matter

Stackin coin like jenga blocks

When it falls down blow my whole fucking head off

Watch epics shit stocks hit top

Till then i’ll milk the drug problem press till i drop

Into excess hot mess sells records

No go live till the feed get severed

Like my only link to credibility

Oh well guess the scene is gonna hate me

Run analysis on my authenticity

I’m a blank slate filled with hate and synchronicity

All luck one hit then i’m out

Obscurity no talent no clout

Whatever’s trending that’s what i’ll spout

Homogenization, dust in a drought

Into excess hot mess sells records

You got the wrong guy, there's been a grave error

Whatever