From the recording The Divine Silence
Lyrics
Glass ceilings crack when I’m steering past interference
Dash glimmer black steering wheel match the past appearance
Fast clearance cash pyramid stacks in brass containers
Masked miracle trap spirit still whisper “craft the danger.”
Lavender vapor lace in the air when I map the angles
Savage behavior, pray for the prey when the pastor mangles
Asset wrangler graph of my gains like jagged fables
Matte dealer matte black figure that mastered stable
With grime gospel, my mind hostile time fossil in wine bottles
Crime novels I write model the night’s logic in blind potholes
Fine throttles, the drive wobbles, ice toggle your pride’s quarrels
Nine hollows define sorrow, life’s lotto with prime morals
Rust etched silhouettes step with guns flexing in a dusk stretch
Sunset more like blood-red where the thugs tread
Sin sings when the dust spread we hard pressed for the unrest
Lungs mesh with the blunt’s scent quick drum check when the funds bled
Ash tainted alchemy chants enhance the grief I’m garnished in
Past dangers rally me fast my stance is thief philosophic grim
Cash anchors, palace of glass collapse the dream I bargained with
Mask angled, phantoms attack my path is street carcinogens
Trash handled parcels of wrath dispatch the fiends I harbor in
Black jackals scatter the map detach from peace and pardoning
Flashbacks unravel the tracks my stats read sharp and harrowing
Black sabbath scarfing the path where half my fleet was starved and thin
Villainous intervals riddled in symbolism
Syllables spindle through hymns of my inner nihilism
Criminal prisms distort what my spirit didn't envision
Mirrored conditions twist wisdom into feral ambition
Amenta sigil scribbled boy this more than addiction
You whore for attention the morgue your residence when
You bored and just fishing street bored with the gimmicks ha
Moon-scorched citizens become corpse innocent
Thanks to womb torn militants you think you found the light
That's just gold rims shimmering with intentions of iller sins
Show me a pillar and I'll show you a will to win
Resilient grin with tongues spun sagas of tragic growth
Son we became havocs ghost the savage who had to have to most
Hunger made the humble souls crumble slow
I watched brothers shuffle hope under tones of snow
Cutting rock for money that's Rochambeau