album cover
Four Corners
album cover
Four Corners was released on June 11, 2011 by Chambermusik Records as a part of the album Tower of Babel
June 11, 2011
LabelChambermusik Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM90
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

My old life was a masquerade
A thin mask of the sweetness
I open to you now
Let me free you from the prison of your disguise
Let me unlock the rusting chains of time
Yo, the heretic, activist and maverick
Alchemical mechanic practicing arithmetic
Can take a pulpit and sculpt it into a crucifix
Loosen it into a noose, slip some bits around your neck
Forget your introspect, same difference except rejected debt collected
Checks and ballots, you're the grand architect
Reflect the shine from inside the inner Earth
At the shrine of the sinner's birth
We find the wide-eyed beginner's work
In search of all that's sacred, get your feelings hurt and wasted
Replaced it with intuition
Confidential contributions, semaphore signal in the fog of confusion
Catalyst of intercontinental fusion
Fighting uphill and losing, presidential prostitution
Residential cost is boosting, cost of living, no solution
How to handle this, blindly led by the evangelist
In search of providence, sacrificing common sense
Galactic alignment in 2012 arriving
Aquarian age, your Jesus fish on consignment
Pacific garbage patch, oil spills kill the climate
And ain't nowhere to run but we trying
Know it's Ark of the Covenant, the warlocks and government
Pagan ritual studying, control mind muddling
Mass media suffering, ignorance turned public
From Democratic-Republican puppets up in the government
I'm loving it, it's what the beast must be thinking
Different kind of slave ship, but the boat is still sinking
Same ignorance, wicked ways, same thinking
In the time after crisis, the nicest bringing
It's the unorthodox hip-hop shop
Direct shot to your torso, Slang Talk immortal
Anunnaki, Nephilim, who walks a higher plane of consciousness
In a lucid state dream
Malicious convoys destroys the streets, new devils
Rebels employs the great culture
In, serving in with the diamond
Black magic spawn my clique, several around, this it
And add on, lakes of third parts of land
Brown, tan skin, clouds of loud glasses
The herbal smoke gases
Pass with the unique through a
My court, a blistered fist
A fist for enlistment as an MP
In the revolutionary army, the enemy be
Luciferian, I come and terror when the
Devil sitting in mountain, but who's counting?
Six snakes exit, swirling winds circulating
Around and round, walking in the corners of Hell's maze
Full circle came my days
The light speed land traveler, lethal rhyme trafficker
Eagle eye to glance at ya, demonize your character
Stuck in the trenches, four men deep, absorb the essence
Known as seven heads with a sentence, don't second guess this
Agent Orange, take your life like Agent Stalin
Night vision, mic physician, I'm precise when drawling
The weapon you etch and sketch and scared to death of my presence
Scared stiff, Blair Witch could never measure the efforts
On the blackest night, I slither on all fours
And disappear through trap doors and false walls
Dark colored cloak, chrome dagger and sharp claws
Shredding MCs to pieces, we're all boars
Hunting anything that moves through tight crevices
Bludgeon any man who intrudes on my mic premises
Buckle knees, snap spinal columns and it's effortless
Crumble these weak MCs with several sentences
Written by: Rasool Childs
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...