From the recording Le Goût du Risque
Lyrics
Class_Sick
Caviar stains on the Virgil napkins,
Mergers happen where the burners clap in Persian mansions.
Verses chanted like the clergy’s Latin,
Murder fashion, silk shirts still conceal the German action
Neck froze, teeth like a chandelier in Florence,
Mink coat dragging through the Parisian forums.
Beef enormous, send a fleet where your team is dormant,
Money dirty, had to clean it through Venetian portraits
Marble lobbies where the ghosts of the kings dwell,
Ring bells, Cartier links leave a pink trail.
Ink quill dipped in the blood of a fiend’s tale,
Thieves hailed then clipped in the mud where dreams fail
Vault doors, press one button bosses discuss wars,
Wagyu marbled like the veins of a drug lord.
Slugs pour, silent but it echo through the cut raw,
Hug forts, castles got defenders at the front porch
Hand signs turn a whole mansion to a blood sport
Plug swore loyalty then sunk with the tugboats.
Black gems studded in the hilt of my past sins
Vats brimmed, bubbling elixirs of mad men.
Laughing, phantoms in the smoke where the glass spins
Masked men, circle like a vulture when the rats grin
Half grim reaper, half monk in a black Benz
Patty Honcho
Rewards missed in silence
Mystifying, not with the ones that beg for the empathizing
Tempers rising, temperature sliding, when i slide in
The rhyme cold
Infinity ideas, mental light bulbs
Make the rich bite gold
Then eat the gold filled rich folks
The flow still crisco
It’s clean and y’all shit remind of a motel 6 floor
Got bitched & can’t handle it, shit well go tell big bro
The hoe smell blissful
I know L’s meant for
Me skipped over hit the next man unlucky
Man the streets is dumb ugly
But ya bitch bad, the last text she sent me was “come fuck me”
Bel air and salmon cakes every day now my gut pudgy
Blow ya nose, son stuffy
P A Double T Y
Remember you stashed an 8th in ya Levi’s
The work sweet and sour you call the Key Lime
I do this for families gotta feed my
Lineage i’ve been drowned in plenty fifs with a weak mind
Class_Sick
Prayers getting sent wherever flesh go accept the death toll
Grecian aesthetics the sins could paint a fresco
Ivory handled heaters in the sleeves as the viziers march,
Tears gloss statues where the zealots let the steel talk,
Real cloth, tailored from the feathers of a feared hawk
Bold crooks gambled in the game ‘til they lost fortune
False justice dealt where the laws crumble to dark covens.
Baccarat glasses hold the fear of a saint when the gods shunned him
Scars running' deeper than the cuts where the czars summoned
Aviary ceilings hide the talons of the perched thieves,
Curved beams frame the golden tablets of the first creed.
Earth breathes sulfur where the monarchs let the curse breed,
Dirt cheap lives still get bartered for a purse’s feed.
Blocks collide hearts is spliced under guise of the prophets vice
Call it plight—gospels of the damned in the salted light.
Chalk outline, flooded from the tears of the altar rites,
Talk polite, or get your name burned into the sultan’s sight
Orchids white, the petals drop slow where the corpses lie