Tier On3 - Veiluminati lyrics

Verse 1- Touch down in my city like an angel with no halo Replace me I think no, heaven sent with a hell of an ankle Stronger than Achilles heel, tending to foes tendo Say you stacking to the ceiling when your bread's in crumbs like panko I've been on a covert mission to seek and destroy Anyone that's adverse with a bleak sound don't get your feet moist Step up in my shoes you're in deep water with no voice Sacrifice your talent for watered down music out that Bose Shout out Futuristic for keeping Phoenix real Shout out Vee Tha Rula for keeping Phoenix trill Shout out Sincerely Collins sincerely with the sk** But I'm a k** you all to get that crown with a flaming appeal This flow is bananas I came in raw like no peel I reveal my life through these poems in hopes of a deal Play my cards right a black Jack might walk in with a quill Telling me to rush to sign it like I'm in a fire drill Let the flow seep in like venom from the brown recluse Hear what I drew, cut my ear off like when girls refuse To stop talking and do what they mouth was born to do I'm just playing wit you baby, here's some Jesus juice With a side of forbidden fruit paired with love produced But what's love when it's a daily chase for your self truth Lying to ourselves about attractions to seduce When all we need is a body with personality induced Hold up Anti-Social plug n play in both your ears impaired Scared to share your thoughts pictures is what you're learned to share Epistolize to the lost with hearts that need repair Try to reach the people but they disappear like air We know when your C's low, green dough came from selling weed bro Got a weak stomach you keeping vices hid far below My complexion's surface glowing up, but they don't see though Pain embedded in my eyes put shades on for a disguised ego Rely on myself cuz I can't trust homies with knives Hid behind their back as they smile hug and swing then strike Like vipers in my gra** buried in my mind Will I have to get a blade to reveal enemies behind My wall of reality's facade that's solipsistic Infusing my seven chakras that makes tenebrific Thoughts in my dopamine strands deriving from the critics Ain't gon' lie it gets to me at least I have balls to admit it Modern Hip-Hop I swear to god it's making me lose it It's dead ask the coroner I'm the bag to prove it Breaking out the cemetery like teenager fluids I don't make Hip-Hop b**h I make music