Mystery

Nothing makes perfect sound as Black and White keys
Poetry written on scrolls, stylus with squid ink
Knowledge in Egyptian tombs guarded by mummies
Bobbie traps poisonous gas choke you like it's Ivy, oh blimey
The mind of a God body is divine temple
Angelic intellect architect heavenly like angels
Super being like king of Nazareth fighting devils
In desert, fallen angels and demons
Word play feel chiseled from the right hand of mighty God
Evil, always chasing me right from the start
Arm leg leg arm head Voltron armor body
Meditation to nothingness feeling like I'm on weed
Waz... inated is the name, lyrical Pharaoh head
Rapping with Fader James really made things makes sense
Cause I'm back full force side walking like a crab
Watching you with eagle eyes, dark ninja ain't here to play

Yeah, I'm going down in history (history)
Tryna figure me out? I can't be solved like mystery (mystery)
Yeah, i set the booth on fire (fire)
Let it burn let it burn, i let it smoke like tires (tires)
Yeah, I'm going down in history
Tryna figure me out? I can't be solved like mystery (mystery)
Yeah, i set the booth on fire (fire)
Let it burn let it burn, i let it smoke like tires (tires)

I set these booths on fire,
Don't need matches and no lighters
I'm an arsonist when the pen's sick
It's expensive when I spit pyre
All-season, B; like new tires
I'm a machine, I'm too wired,
It's effortless to apply shit
From what I learned just a bit prior (woo)
I get it right on a roll
You stumble up on the struggle bus
Trying to catch up with the flow (uuu)
Bitch please, only thing you keep up with Jones',
Your petty bars atrocious
I'm poised with these motions,
When writing with keen focus
I'm limitless, I don't need pills
I'm See and hearing no evil
Yet I speak ill and clean kill
Yeah I murder em like Cecil
My mic and I's like Mike and Ikes,
My bite's a might with these cold lines
I master rhymes and I light the...
Night like dynamite in these coal mines (woo)
You onomono-p's, man, I don't repeat
They recycling like you tryna go green
And got no means to defeat any
Teams that be featuring me, we fucking OP
They'll fade away while I make a
Case to demonstrate all these ill takes
I make, not break,
In industries cause how it be's not a mystery to me, YA!

Yeah, I'm going down in history (history)
Tryna figure me out? I can't be solved like mystery (mystery)
Yeah, i set the booth on fire (fire)
Let it burn let it burn, i let it smoke like tires (tires)
Yeah, I'm going down in history (history)
Tryna figure me out? I can't be solved like mystery (mystery)
Yeah, i set the booth on fire (fire)
Let it burn let it burn, i let it smoke like tires (tires)



Credits
Writer(s): Osten Harvey, Miles Davis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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