Sumo, flows bone shattering
Slow dab the pen
Holmes back again
Unravelling Cluedo
Pseudo psycho PI clocks travelling
Cloak and dagger men
Bag the prints
Captured under black light, halogen
Snag the swag bag
Back to the lab, the hideout
Back in a flash counting the cash stacks in a lighthouse
Good or bad, two sides of the same coin
Same loin
Brother from another mother
Veins join, plain toying with wordplay
Words, spray off the diaphragm
Feynman diagrams, erase trace of a higher plan
He inquired, dang!
Thug on his case, ran, caught, scuffle ensued
Gun in his face, click, fired, jammed
I guess the messiah scams
Just to let us minuscule fucks measure in time and sand
Rhyme and slang
The camera pans back to the game board
Bishop f8 takes queen b4, day falls
This ain't no follow the north star
Night like calligraphy
Scene set, more like predator versus predator
By myself invisible play attendance like an old Ood
Fell into no realm, walk with no foot to speak of
Some said he was here, cold carvings on an old stone
Most were oblivious till his whispers chilled their soul bones
No sight to behold, no effigy, no spare thought
Soul born of ash, the globe silenced as he showed hope
One touch, yeah, monotone were the screams
Legion of the spirit brought forth with through dreams
Monitored, he travelled through shadows
The black string puppeteer
Left with no trace, reverse big bang, retouched clock
I revel, suspend tension, not animation
Pause, replace thoughts of sanctity with pure rage
Distilled peace in its purest form injected
My face right callously, some are faking like a new face
Diablo, emerging from Devilish black piano note
Deadliest black hand on your throat, a black antelope
Black animal flow, pow, a black calico
As black as your soul, black hand trapped in snow
Frostbitten, lost kitten, the boss hominidan
A god swimming in sin, living within a villain's skin
The man is dead, but walks the Earth like his man has fled
His plan's to wreck, span the globe like Rihanna's head
Skydiving riding a bison
Try flying time with the high rise of leviathan
The truth is out there, but which guy will you buy it from?
The livest fire bomb, Time Warner or Viacom
Be silent, calm, it's salvation or firearm
Make noise so the people know the real hype as the tribal drum
The time has come, it's ride or die time for some
Hide your guns, we tonight vibe as one
