Reservoir Gods

Enigmatic spitting melodramatics
Fanatics of the mic you bout to be ecstatic
Slipping I ain't ever quitting imprinting the vision
With precision make incisions to see if you're not listening
I rhyme when my mind channels Mobb Deep
I'm sick like the sickle cell and you don't sleep
Saying my holy Mary's sitting in solitary
I'm writing rhyme schemes that's making me legendary fucking what
All fairness I bring the rareness so I
Don't fault you for bearing this unawareness
Mad scholastic bring back boom bap
Shit verbal gymnastics when I attack this
Weak it's plastic fake like the
Glass shit way too enthusiastic rap quit
Sorry that I'm saying it bullshit delaying it
Rhyme like a MAC-10 packed in spraying it
The point of fact is making you overreact
Hijack the track deliver what you lack
I could run techniques all week
Mind is a reservoir this is just a leak
I could run techniques all week
Mind is a reservoir this is just a leak

Chrome thirty eight in the breadbox
Seven shots in case I need them
And not because I believe that that's the only path to freedom
But wrath and righteousness ideas that I believe in
I been applying discipline and practice all season
So when the spring arrives I'll be alive to see the liars
Tried for treason in the highest degree
That'll be the time we find a lion sleeping tonight
The chief is dying my people form a
Line in the street reading the riot act
Beautiful irony finally sees the right back
Peaceful assembled iconography
The symbol in sight is violence the
Knife is deep inside the giant's back
Scion of Ra the end side of a pariah
Organize entire communities of outliers
To rise just high enough to tie a rope around a spire
Collective retribution of soul from the proprietor
Stolen rivers and gold built an evil empire
No stream of economics chose gone grown tighter
My adviser wrote the guidance in code
I know the ciphers unbroken this flow could set the wall a fire
Fall out surround the fjord through some warriors attire
The carriers of torches for the lighting of the pyre
Put the flame to the white flag hanging from the wire
Cue the hallelujah chorus by the angels in the choir
Round sang out the canon loud banging out the operational base
Operation raising the stakes with the rates and the fees
To get paid to police these cops
Only serve and protect palatial estates
They say if you wanna cook ya gotta break a few plates
I shattered my share of platters at a youthful age
The sous chef used pepper to spray the toupee
Recipe came straight from a book with two pages
Hey look I ain't gotta prove nothing to nobody
I ain't ever represented no academic embody
And been admonished by scholarly types who read the manifesto
But never broke bread w the communists
Stop with all the posturing it's
Time to either shit or get off the pot
Flock fled the rooftop when a click it's one dead six apostles shot
Yeah we coming for ya head with the gospel chop come on
Yeah we coming for ya heads with the gospel chop
Yeah we coming for ya heads with the gospel chop
I could run techniques all week
Mind is a reservoir this is just a leak
I could run techniques all week
Mind is a reservoir this is just a leak