Yeah, devil may cry, when I knock on fallen doors,

There’s two different eyes,

You refuse to pay attention

It’s been months since I’ve been with cha,

Bewitched to be in places all at the same time,

Remember flows are Olokun,

Sweet Poseidon,

Sending out vibrations that, shiver up the spine,

Spark the life in ominous

To set the trend in fashion, similar like New York,

Old money, but not older than Egyptian,

Catch the check when homie speak,

Echoes through the ruins

Of the ancient that I’ve lived,

Before I entered this

Spoke the verse to spin a bliss,

Caught the mark, fit a bit,

Of the puzzle, been a miss,

In the labyrinth of heart, a note a single kiss,

Something worth the fight balling up a crazy fist,

Emotions get entangled in some real dumb shit,

Proper way to flow front the mic go spit,

This music is designer got you floating in a circle,

Sober gonna bless ya, imagine if ya tripping,

The galaxy a centerfold for story soap operas,

Characters with fixtures that expressing the absurd,

Imagine what is possible as well as the impossible

Survive a cataclysm and restore the human race,

Sit down with a prayer, before I eat my meal,

Possessive is the language that it wants to own it all,

So respectfully we’re one play a part of something,

And share the extra out, with the neighbors in the field,

When you tire of the secrets, but the rest don’t want to stop,

The games they wanna play turning cycles in this wheel,

Tell us all the stars that have played out with the pattern,

Patience is a subject that is difficult to talk about,

Sticky like its honey right behind a swarm of bees,

Dangerous like Jackson singing out his melody,

Cause there’s blood on the dance floor,

Blond lady in a yellow suit,

Sword in her hand,

And it’s going back to color,

Dive into this shit, and the normal have a problem,

Keep ya light heart in a warm feather fold,

Do what you want, ain’t no body being told,

Survival is to pack up like a tribal pack family,

Civil luving harmony,

Savage when we need to be,

Raptor in Yosemite ,

Passing by the scenery,

When we working missions it’s like metal grinding concrete,

Sparks in slow mo with a face to go show,

No game to rowboat, if we win don’t boast,

If I’m not this old, with a church a grand kids,

Then it don’t mean shit, you can shut that lip,

Cause I ain’t feeding shit, to my blood and kin,

Or my neighbor’s son, that’ll paint my sin,

That’ll karma spin, to more fucked up shit,

But a day don’t stand for the idol waiting,

So we work like OSO, moving out foundations,

Setting down foundations,

With a rustic setting,

A TiC type luv, with my darling blending,

Send the cash we spending,

Gameboard playing,

When they came attacking, we was only fending,

Those ain’t ninja starz, Joey ate those up,

I’ma cool misfit gone have some fun.