Drown Out (The Hollow)

Call my story the Kebra Nagast the Glory of Kings
Yea the holy tinged kid killing hella simpletons with the Mosin-Nagant
Like David I be slinging the Rock
And roll with auditory glory taking out the heads of all these phony hate filled M.Cs
A modicum of my energy
Is raw to some like loud revelry
To small eardrums
Scum of the planet
You're frantic
To take me out in a bout
But I doubt you could step to me
Cause I'm bursting capillaries
Pop off with the pen cap my pencil lead is heavy
I'm deadly sending
Robber bombers to level your temple and revel in your terror
Shockwave gonna hit you from the side of your fucking brain
Giving you a tonic-clonic seizure
That's how I seize ya
Believe the
Words coming out of the mouth of the black blood super Negro with no equal
I feel though a deep sorrow for the weak part of my mind
Sometimes
I wonder if I'm the cement holding the bricks down
Or the foul shit that lines the crevice
Depends if
I sense it
The miasma
The cancer
I answer
Decay with waves of bravado
To drown out the hollow
But it's insignificant
Ripping yall ligaments from the whiplash of these tracks
And I know that one day imma crash like Apollo 1
But I'm gifted with the lyrics so you could call me Apollo's son

This is all I got
This is all I got

What happens?
When you put all your eggs in a casket
You can't quit
Even if you crack it or it's damaged
It's a no fork road so I traverse with ease
Can't reverse the path to the throne and the sword of Damocles
But I'd gladly put my head to the blade than allow for a slow fade
I wasn't made in mass production
My name doesn't contain corruption
I got the gumption to succeed in my scheme
But I'm locked away from any other dream

This is all I got
This is all I got
This is all I got