[Verse 1: Jolly Rotten]
Born of the sun
Beating of life
I breathe life in the planet with the speeches i write
Supreme divine holy being in a demons disguise
Keeping it tight cloned serpent and I'm seeking to strike
Synthetic humanoids existing inside of an algorithm
Predetermined outcomes within a calculated system
Found your prison tucked inside your minds eyes our divisions blindsided knife find a pipe like a joust I'm out with the rest
Blended and I'm hidden till death
Got no respect for the hypocritic ministers bless
Living it less then you screet when I'm filling my checks
Chilling my chest breathe in frost in a villanous den
But warm up in the glow of the sol
Thoughts form into one and become as we lower control
Opening holes in reality our vocals exposed [?] shown through causality our poetry quotes
Notably don't my smokey speech is blowing ya domes
Ill quench a fire in your belly with a toran of flows
Our Lord is a hoax, creators hear a court in the show, its more than a joke, its morbidly distorted and gross
This life is twisted if you missed it then you oughta have dosed
..this life is twisted if you missed it then you oughta have dosed
..this life is twisted if you missed it then you oughta have dosed
..this life is twisted if you missed it then you oughta have dosed..

[Verse 2: Nerve]
Check it, ya
Thought junkies what ya gonna say next
Watch me spray TECs blind beats leave ya braindead
Know we stay fresh from the dawn till the days end
Never rainchecked I'm worth my weight in gems
Fuck a paycheque
Stay vexed, its nerve killing the mic with mr blind on the beat and he's bringing it nice
Lifting the vibe cause we learnt this shit from [?]
Rippin' a rhythm so consistent that your listening twice
Spittin' divine
Reverend blessin' with the finetics I'm embellishing my sentences delicate the pen and letters
Representing for my brethren resurrecting the method of the era of invention through hip hops conception
Lift of ya head with scripts from my rhyme pad
Try and find a rapper with the fly styles like that
Let me in the cypher, youll never get the mic back
Cause my line light sent to fry all these tripe cats
Cause if it ain't me, its jolly rotten on the scene raw
When he hit the beat its like he's bombin' it with c4
Dropping [?] MCs just speak horse
Wanna retort but you couldn't step to these 4
You know
Those kids that flow so sick you wanna pull a [?] dip get your throat kicked get your own schtick so you know this
Junkies on the dope shit
Wrecking flows so you better bet we blow quick
WHAT
Thought junkies, nerve, jolly rotten
(i fucked up my last 4 bars, fucked up my last 4 bars)
Kyel gollllyyy
Eyel olllyyy aha