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Master manipulator, bastard in a different flavour
Craft a dismal failure to an art upon these bits of paper
Synchronicity I'm gifted by this shifting nature
Lifting scripture pages painted vivid in a wizards chamber
Danger, document insanity
Off the top at Rock the Block I swear off the profanities
Verbal weaponry, certain herbal therapies
Hard when the choices are the voices of your enemies
I use telepathy to speak over wax
So the speakers and the tweakers don't repeat all the facts
Perhaps my secrets aren't as deep as my tracks
But I need release to keep the beast from creeping on back
It took a long time to be right where I'm at
To put my time on the line and my mind on the map
A fine line that I try to adapt
Between a 90s vibe that coincides with writing a rap

I'm in a 3 legged race with a leg and a half
An egg in the glass, hard with a head up your arse
Cherish the art, my bars wearing Predator masks
Shooting straight from the hip til the sediment chars
Measure the scars, cultivate compassion
Where vultures wait on shoulder blades and hold the weight of sadness
Altered state, broken faith, Tokens to the Madman
Tapestry of majesty, golden gates of madness
Fold into the blackness peak in the mind
I took a seat by the guy that told me secrets and lies
He ate the whole damn cake plus a peace of the pie
The program shakes he said: Leave em behind
Fly, high, capture the sun
Watch the matter burn the fragments as the rapture erupts
I stay active, wear the fabric of the savages tongue
With a promise of this bondage til the battle is won