Is a coup de grace mercy? In a pool of sharks and minnows do judicials start curtsies?
And shooting stars spark the blurred window controversies? And spur the dark crippling of swine by nymphos like Circe? Fine, the Iliad’s over
In the Odyssey they profiting blood money, haram bucks like Ilyasova
The flood’s coming, please arm us with a million soldiers
Heart’s feeling gets colder and calloused, among heroes is the sub-zero malice
Through the tongue’s mural, Souk still sicker than your average
Too real, lords of flies are mortified, too shrill
Souk golden cause if he ain’t immortalize your demise then who will?
With head’s rhymes, more written and read lines than the New Deal
Creation and destruction, hasten the corruption alongside the heat chasing and conduction
Burning bonsais, yearning elation and then it sunk it
Saturation, the savage nation paint a vivid picture of palisades defracting frag grenades
With allocation of the alizes and ethanol it’s navigating
Heavens fall from cavalcade of Excedrin bought pain
It’s hot, the migraines start descent of high planes, the starch fueling march
Shoot in dark, then light brains, universally known
And early on its like name is the first to be in throne, fester and ignite flames
Wine and bread, Souki got a margarine flow
Dining with the dead, oowee, bartering gold
Who he? Animal fat make the arteries cold, around the camel’s back, the pouch full of raps dismantle that
In my arena like the Grouch in the trash, it’s the book of Eligh, and I’m espousing the max
From Washington but the land of snakes is ample with deceit, charlatans M.I.A.,
Away from Santa Fe cause they can’t handle the Heat