From the recording Le Banquet des Damnés
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Hard to grin these martyr skin reflect the light they target in
Misery the artisan no type of love could pardon sin
My pen harvesting carcinogens breathe in what im harboring
Floral morgues in corridors orchids drink from the slaughtering
A smorgasbord of corpse of course I make rappers my ottoman
Their oxygen my offering I'll suffocate these charlatans
Gold-gilded sarcophagus talk slick I turn your gods to myth
Its hard to kill what only exist in the state of posthumous
Apocalypse in moccasins my footprints scorch the providence
I came here on a mission when I leave angels sculpt monuments
Cuidado con el diablo take me out like Pablo
Te amo tu es mi hermano we understand Thanos
Keep the bentley benz and beamers
We want chevy monte carlos abuelas to see tomorrow
Feliz cumpleanos peace amongst the cosmos
C notes til its hard to fold the floor we walk on marble
A desperado El apóstol who blessed by the charcoal
Las calles son mi templo la sangre look like picasso
Sicarios disparando por un milagro bravado
Of my arsenal protected by Santa Muerte while karma sip her reposado
Verse 2:
Preach physics of addiction how ambition mimic sickness
I seen Judas in Dior sipping spirits of his victims
I had bishops in our kitchen bless what we was water whipping
Golden crucifixion contradiction in the system
They been praying while we plotting evolution through attrition
Greed’s communion in the business cant be save through your religion
Pentagrams in penthouses devil’s handprints in linen
If clergy turn to chemists fiends find heaven in perdition
Still the lamb of the famine branded in canonized madness
Bandaged hands clutch the hammers like commandments we abandoned
My flaws they got facets reflect the pain of Damascus
Each scar a sonnet crafted in the language of assassins
A malnourished prophet tryna balance peace with all this havoc
Speak in parables of addicts mathematics of the sabbath
My faiths become maladaptive every prayer an act of panic
Told her heaven’s just a hustle when your hunger untamed and vulgar
Surprise who become soldiers when their stomachs need closure
Gold teeth grin like omens speak omerta to the cobras
Rosaries dipped in sulfur corrupted by penny loafers
Next generation grow colder repeat the scenes of their culture