From the recording Le Banquet des Damnés
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Came with hunger in our stomachs like vengeance was the language
Turned my greatest loss to leverage the deficit’s has vanquished
Its been the same since ancient time hold your own or get left behind
A broke man can be dangerous bloody murals get repainted
Ironic burners stainless it's cowards who make a statement
I was handling the grams where abuelas candles was vanishing
Mothers masked up flagging pray to god who still aint answering
Cold stove conversations ambitions had turned to mannequin
Morning breathe in poverty exhaled it as pain management
The same block took you in that same block you'll be famished in
Now my aura’s war torn suits tailored to fit the karma
Made the blame my designer turn family shame to Nirvana
At this point its just a cliche but its death before dishonor
Discarded halos in mud and watched saints switch to piranhas
This pen became my katana we balanced faith with the commas
Survivals the alma mater baby word to Frank Sinatra
Verse 2:
Cuban links commandments with the digiscale mathematics
See the addicts and savants they share a similar static
Designer habits clashing with divine interactions
Iron polish on the chrome make the rhinoplasty graphic
Mind crafted from madness my ethics are half monastic
While dreaming of Calabasas we serving fiends out in traffic
Professional how I mask this all maneuvers are didactic
Every dollar feel like dialogue with those who never made it
Watch the strongest of em all become a soul dilapidated
The reapers confiscated all the love we cultivated
Forced to hustle like redemptions in the roads that we aint pave yet
Fear and loathing in Las Vegas be a beast and pains evaded
If they hear me from the heavens hope they smile full glamour
Boy I built this up from loss aint no excuses for my manners
My sanity dismantled peripheral panorama
If our dead is who you slander the cops gon read our mirandas
Verse 3:
Penthouse scenes built from the cracked concrete
An anomaly of fiends who wrote they odes to defeat
We rose to compete lost some troubled souls cause of grief
Whether jewelry or scars each wrist hold a story unique
Champagne tears staining the cuffs of the mink
Its hard to silence all the thought cant resurrect who I meet
Have conversations with the lost who only reply when I sleep
Gun powder scented dreams form promises I'm liable to breach
The crowns a mirage they'll hold you down to sabotage
Life be stacking the odds I turn hell to my seminar
What’s heaven but a metaphor for peace we never saw
We was fishing out the sharks turned the famine to caviar
Ain't no therapy for nights I had to go against the gods
I just hope that you still love me despite the ways I evolved
Keep my name where the rebels are to the family im Bonaparte
If pain made me divine who’s the saint that my sins starved