Verse 1 (Hex One)
Formless figures in this dark abyss spawned with fingers
Born as diggers in this caustic mist the primordial triggers
From prime audio spinners to spitters to hoards of disks
To cosmic rifts just to keep an audience drawn with bliss
It begins through an infant galaxy's prevailing arms
Making songs with forces formulating covalent bonds
From a race that's now erased and gone
And the eclectic yet neglected dialectic of these ancient psalms
He rose with prose before this sea of natives raised their arms and chose
The latest cars and clothes to weigh their cons and pros
And after all the hecklers of this rhyme craft
He still exhales the echoes of a time past and knows that though
This battered game is just a shadow of its former greatness
This ain't a battle just to scorn the fake sh** we take it
From the dormant pawns that forfeit sk** as they move through
To orbits that keep it real as they used to word bond
Chorus (x2)
A former shell of what it used to be
You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me
Distorted tales of where these moves could lead
The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe
Verse 2 (Tek-nition)
She knows she's using her last paint brush smeared lipstick
Mixed in her MAC makeup to mask the last break up the past
This gla** makes up for fashion panties yanked up her a**
This fast famous with cla** that crash and always laugh before destruction
Pure function that would ignore corruption but now it's poor production
Yearning more consumption right before she f**s him
She blasts his music really loud as the chorus thumps
In her soulless eyes a faint description of what she holds inside
Obsessed her estrogen is wetter than forest stream
Her medicine's like Claritin Excedrin and Morphine
It's nothing new her p**y spreads like it's a quarantine
A plague to force a scheme unto its d**h or to a dormant dream
Another up and coming rapper with a morbid theme
Who wants to shine like an aurora beam and put on for his team
Such an allure to take a bad step her soul purpose
To explicitly purchase his soul 'til his last breath
Chorus (x2)
Verse 3 (Self the Bluest Eye)
Yo the Sharpie glisten so park it you gotta listen
I'm not a Christian but sh**'s been awfully gifted and so oddly lifted
That the starship's sitting side ways it sees it my way
The scripts the notes the first drafts and the colorful rhyme play
Observe it perfectly poetic and immersive
You hearing it one time and reminded later in first person
That's my word son sentence and punctuation these youngins hating
And stating fallacy and I don't feel up to wasting hard work
Cause being broke could make the stomach hurt
But starvation still ain't enough to make me wanna twerk and yo
Dudes fake and flirt with lakes of skirts but I
Relate from birth to d**h with rhymes that shake the earth
See I need this you bleed this overstand it how I sees this
It's like the truest love useless bunch you ain't even needed
You breathing my breaths I could be using to relieve the stress
The key is less more only ensures the game is d**h I miss how this used to be
Chorus (x2)