To the window, walls of the circus

In crescendo crawl to the surface

Finna get on and off axis

Off balance in trance and contrasting

Read the dot that stop on the line

Intertwined with emerald rock on the crown

Stick a match in a sycophant now he lighten up

Flip the stance into praying mantis and bite the dust

This that righteous, combat mic shit

On that subliminal compact brightness

Tacit possessive reflection slept in the effigy

As the progressive ascension kept it from pedigree

Animus, put a man in abandonment and he vanishes

Like lambs in the parishes, landed in banishment

Who put the worms in the hook, the words in the book

Oh the trickery stink of disguise

Stick to skies, and then maybe you fly

Like Icarus slip from Sun ligament

Some think they'd run quick when gun trigger spit

Always seem to set one switch that come with a trick

I ain't ever kept one itch that come with a fix

Broke into pieces shattered

Matter stick to the feet of the ladder

Finna climb up stay three steps ahead of shit

Till the time up to reset the mechanist

What it denote

Everything got sequels

What you see might be what you need might mean what you be is it equal

Stole position and got caught

Out of touch with the fiction it's not thought

Ring round the myriad aspects

Arm, leg, leg arm head let arms rest

Been around ground still around now

Surround sound in drowned fountain of found vows