The Poltergeist
The Poltergeist
Yo, yo, listen! (What?)
Check-Checker!
Yow, yep!
When I'm rhymin' all rivals are dyin'
There's no surviving, closin' their eyelid
Thinkin' they've seen light for the last time
Flyin' out their body, I stole their soul
So I'm the pilot, now I'm fuckin' flyin' it
Wide eyed survivalist lookin' at the dashboard
Like, "where the hell's the mileage?"
Wanna put a few more on the clock if i got time for it
But it's never endin', so of course you can rely on this
Thrive inside the ghost, a poltergeist inside a asylums
Smoothin' out the creases like I'm ironin'
Good as gold bullion, check the shine I get
Visible as high vis jackets on backs of cyclists
You're wheelin' up my record, second that it hit the stylus
Standard procedure, no denyin' this
Findin' Jacob's ladder then I'm climbin' it
Go out on a limb, then stick a knife in it
Catch my blood and siphon it
The realness lies inside, then I decide – that's where the cypher is
Aside from this, the tyrant in my mind
Is like a tiger when it's violent
Not been fed for fuckin' weeks
So rips your eyes out for the sight of 'em
Swings them by the optic nerves
And flings them in the sky to drift
Far into the cosmos, see the world as just a tiny bit of dust
Until it can't exist, crystals in the sockets of my eyes
I see the future up in ruins, no surprises
Get down on my knees and pray before I start to pine for shit
Stressed? Maybe a tiny bit
That's what happens when you dedicate your fuckin' life to this
Music, I love it, really I do
Nothin' alludes to when I'm stuck inside my mind, writin' scripts
Soul be comprised of this, the clue be in the universe
Inside my eyeballs iris,
it's for you to learn to find the finer silence
In the sirens when you're drownin' in the
sound wave that encapsulates your life within
I'd die for this like addicts addicted to usin' Vicodin
Or ones who use a hypodermic needle
I'm a hyper wordsmith G, who serves the crime waves for the people
On a hype to murk the evil, reppin' re-birth like Egyptians
With a symbol composed of a scarab beetle
Reelin' bars when I'm composing 'cause I'm feelin' like I'm chosen
With higher powers controlling, stoppin' only for just no one
It's emotion that I rose from, like emulsion when I role on rooms
Cover every segment of your vision
Leave a total new perspective of your way to view
The place in which i made it to
Take a few deep breathes and blow out flames to raise the roof
Before it burns your motherfucking face off
And acquaints you with some fatal fumes, just say a few
Last words before I come and take you on a date with doom
The war monger, raw hunter, brought thunder, raw structure
Gutter like a whore that's brought to water then forced under
Lung collapsed, she drowns and then gets mauled up by a anaconda
Plant a seed of thought until it spawns into a thorn that cuts
ya Brought you to the source, I wasn't born in a remorseful slumber
Rapped a dozen years but never ever felt more hunger
Yo, yo, listen! (What?)
Check-Checker!
Yow, yep!
When I'm rhymin' all rivals are dyin'
There's no surviving, closin' their eyelid
Thinkin' they've seen light for the last time
Flyin' out their body, I stole their soul
So I'm the pilot, now I'm fuckin' flyin' it
Wide eyed survivalist lookin' at the dashboard
Like, "where the hell's the mileage?"
Wanna put a few more on the clock if i got time for it
But it's never endin', so of course you can rely on this
Thrive inside the ghost, a poltergeist inside a asylums
Smoothin' out the creases like I'm ironin'
Good as gold bullion, check the shine I get
Visible as high vis jackets on backs of cyclists
You're wheelin' up my record, second that it hit the stylus
Standard procedure, no denyin' this
Findin' Jacob's ladder then I'm climbin' it
Go out on a limb, then stick a knife in it
Catch my blood and siphon it
The realness lies inside, then I decide – that's where the cypher is
Aside from this, the tyrant in my mind
Is like a tiger when it's violent
Not been fed for fuckin' weeks
So rips your eyes out for the sight of 'em
Swings them by the optic nerves
And flings them in the sky to drift
Far into the cosmos, see the world as just a tiny bit of dust
Until it can't exist, crystals in the sockets of my eyes
I see the future up in ruins, no surprises
Get down on my knees and pray before I start to pine for shit
Stressed? Maybe a tiny bit
That's what happens when you dedicate your fuckin' life to this
Music, I love it, really I do
Nothin' alludes to when I'm stuck inside my mind, writin' scripts
Soul be comprised of this, the clue be in the universe
Inside my eyeballs iris,
it's for you to learn to find the finer silence
In the sirens when you're drownin' in the
sound wave that encapsulates your life within
I'd die for this like addicts addicted to usin' Vicodin
Or ones who use a hypodermic needle
I'm a hyper wordsmith G, who serves the crime waves for the people
On a hype to murk the evil, reppin' re-birth like Egyptians
With a symbol composed of a scarab beetle
Reelin' bars when I'm composing 'cause I'm feelin' like I'm chosen
With higher powers controlling, stoppin' only for just no one
It's emotion that I rose from, like emulsion when I role on rooms
Cover every segment of your vision
Leave a total new perspective of your way to view
The place in which i made it to
Take a few deep breathes and blow out flames to raise the roof
Before it burns your motherfucking face off
And acquaints you with some fatal fumes, just say a few
Last words before I come and take you on a date with doom
The war monger, raw hunter, brought thunder, raw structure
Gutter like a whore that's brought to water then forced under
Lung collapsed, she drowns and then gets mauled up by a anaconda
Plant a seed of thought until it spawns into a thorn that cuts
ya Brought you to the source, I wasn't born in a remorseful slumber
Rapped a dozen years but never ever felt more hunger
Credits
Writer(s): William Warden Leigh, Alexander Gerrard Whitehead
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