To be wise with wine.
For you to cry, you whine.
For it to work, you have to align.
And that's why I have to lie.
In other words, the truth hurts.
Your bitch bad when she flirts.
But with mine it's flame on.
The Levite that does rituals and writes songs.
Her
To test your resolve.
The Igigi that fall.
From fall to winter.
We don't do the Master Splinter.
With Splinter Cell from Hell.
Who gives a fuck about tattle tell?
In other words, fuck a rat.
To move on from Alni(Tak).
To clap ur faith.
Without work, ur done.
T
A picture worth a thousand words.
After the grand opening, He then inherits.
These are the cherished, she then pretends to blush.
In her God, she trusts, before the Flood.
And there's a difference between codependency and love.
Now you ask, "Is it soft a
To deteriorate matter as a matter of fact.
The only politician who spits straight facts.
The knapsack of gold that accumulates into cash.
This is Fast and the Furious, to fill up the tank.
Now slow ur role model, the goal is to enlighten.
A Satanist at D
To guard the sacred watch, to inherit the Earth.
To know ur worth, the birth of a King.
To sing the chorus, and to use the Dark Side of the Force.
And you forgot to pay attention to the mathematic like coarse.
In other words it proves, and to
To uplift the Abyss, a conundrum, because it’s the Bottomless Pit.
To outwit your wit, and to judge the disbeliever.
Havin to God Damn, and my totem ain’t the beaver.
And as a Archdevil, I didn’t have to rely on bein a reaver.
To those that a
Havin’ to address the Sols on the Solstice.
To keep it kosher, with the Colt on the holster.
To die for the cause, the descendant of Ali.
“Even though I walk through the darkest valley,” to meditate, to rally.
To live my second life in Cali, w
Shhh, the mystique, the Cherokee like Creek.
The Beast from the East, is this D.C.?
The Washington Monument, the Kundalini Chi.
Or the Tower of Babel, the turtle in the half shell.
The pop quiz wiz, or is this the final exam?
See how you’re c
The tragic “mask” that enhances the immortal mind.
The New Moon to ruin, but this ain’t the Boston Bruin.
Having to adjust, and I already proved my point.
Your last class act was to pretend to anoint.
So your salvation is wasted, I smell your fe
Is it logical to think you're dying as you're born?
And it can be confusing when your soul is foreign.
The Babylonian Rites, the Nephilim that inherit light.
Instead of using a pen, we use to type.
So Land Before Time and Back to the Future.
At
Your fate the cockpit, and you think that’s how you make it.
Wanting to rate, with the debate, so we continue to sedate.
To collect the check, to prosecute all together.
And to inherit the “Gift of the Feather.”
And that’s when you’re Heather,
In the Obama era, did they calculate the A.I. errors?
The new King of the Hill, and this ain’t down south.
Did it compute the terrorist Austin, Texas arrest?
Or was this the dealing of the new Illuminati Rex?
Wanting to mix? Ur insane to try
To construct a complete thought.
The double-bladed that speaks its mind.
The constitution is used as mana.
To work in the yellow lab, is this bananas?
Land Before Time.
The Pythagorean Degree, to agree.
To self-destruct, too much, it sucks.
The Full Moon that’s bright, the precipitous, the Fall.
With December having my back, the Silver Pack, the Call.
For you, the MTV Unplugged, to be trapped in the box.
And you think the Fox has your back?
And ur addicted to crack, with the plas
Sin-Eater
Sunfire, to hire, to sacrifice to Him.
Do I have free will when I inherit the Djinn?
A Few Good Men, to market Sin, my 8th House that stings.
The water that slips through His fingers, but with material, it’s green.
And to think
To live my second life, happily ever after.
The Land Before Time, the prelude, the next chapter.
We use to do the F-22 Raptor.
All jokes aside, but we promote laughter.
Now the Loch Ness, the risk, this the new blood oath.
To inherit both, both
The listening of rock, to start from the bottom up.
To get your fill of the Babylonian Cup, to strain the fat.
To isolate the gene, the aftermath, your bloodline is crap.
Your friend that's whack, he's in over his head.
And that's who you wake
The hush puppy that grew.
To enlighten those that hire.
To bring the Chosen Ones the fire.
"Liar, Liar, pants on fire!"
The joke that served its purpose.
To shop at an outlet, the circuit.
In other words, you heard.
That this is the Unclean Bird.
To rule wit
The FPS, the NBA, and the NFL.
The ol’ school “Major League Gaming,” to break open the shell.
To slither, when sols wither, I’m not ur babysitter.
The shame that covers, you never had a chance.
At first glance, your body then turns into stone.
Havin to hush the Orange Crush, wanting to crush your sol's lust.
In God We Trust? What's the fuss, to run into Rosa Parks, the back of the bus.
Now you're hurt, too much to flirt, bc ur too blind to know ur worth.
Now was that about race? To take th
