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Never come to me to speak in secrecy
No words secreted egregiously
Yet spoken as omens vehemently
Do you agree with me?
I no longer believe IN ME!
Losing my sanity is deceiving me
But it’s just another day at the park, unbelievably!
My lyrics were learned from leniency, quite easily
Speaking in secreted cadence we proceed to be
A Behemoth that speaketh cerebrally
Not a pacifist with a passive fist, but I believe in speaking peaceably
Even if what I proceed to speak exceeds what’s considered legal, see?!
Is it illegal to hold The Secret Key?
Yet not share it with the world inconveniently
The playing field was created unevenly
Yet we as a species continue to believe it obediently
But never mind, guess we’ll never find
A clever mind that could sever ties
Or simply deal with the coming coldweather binds
Maybe Im just tired of BEING A KING
Yet feeling like a simple squire, yes LESSER
The more I wish 2 promote my dopeness
The more we see and feel the power of the oppressor
The never ending aggressor dressed in leather
A red heifer with low blood pressure
That was bent over on the dresser
As THEY forcefully undress her to possess her
Spitting down her throat for their own pleasure
Seeking to ENTER
NOT SILENTLY, but violently through intense and immense pressure
She’s scared and feeling faint, yet getting wetter
Will these beasts of men be considered a treasure?
Of course not, yet they are the historically known successors
Successfully controlling governments that are hovering
Scolding and smothering the mother and
And no matter what one does, to whomever
They control the food and economic LEVER
Not because they’re anymore witty or clever
But because with satanic forces they’re bound to and tethered
HOWEVER, this clever professor with conjectures
Will soon seek to lecture Hannibal Lecter
And will be killing this with my syllabus
And sprinkle TRUTH with a little salt & pepper
And looking back, maybe the truth was spewed in error
But in this current era, I am the harbinger and bearer
Of the scary facts dispersed with tact, even if I lack
Or fall off track, at least I KNOW I’m not here to distract
Or spit in a diss track, while I wait for you to spit back
I’d rather lyrically lather you through frequent frequencies
Though Im seen as an inconvenience being
I speak about the grief in me, and how I scream grievously
Even recently, though I flow regally and ceaselessly
It still comes to me easily, yet difficult equally
Maybe I'm speaking these beliefs facetiously
All I KNOW is that Im probably the closest
To reaching HIP GNOSIS
Making spiritual truths appealing and an incredible trend
So just consider me your lingual chemical skeptical friend
