Mass Mic Murderer
Mass mic murder is lurkin in disguise
Im the mass mic murderer that's lurking in disguise
It's the mass mic murderer that's lurking in disguise
The mass mic murderer
That's lurking in disguise
Forced to deny my pride
Then pry my third eye wide open
Steadily scopin from the sky
I'm my own guide
Genocide of the ego in the plight
Deceitful sheeple don't really put up a fight
Its hard for me to pick a side
So i just I find my own vibe
Riding on a higher tide
There's intense intention to my grind
Intersection of the minds
In between split dimensions
The conditioned state of the mental
Is worth the mention
Because its so surreal and divine
Discover your own god
Fuck giving ya my 2 cents
When i could give a dime
I got something that you wont find
Making movies for the blind
With these rhymes
Painting pictures like Im in touch With the outer kind
Sound is so prime
Shout inside
The little box
And lock it up then throw it away
With your evil conscience
Take a second to digest
This haunting process
Something's offset
With the harmony to life
Feels like nothing's sitting right
The energy surrounding me
Isn't quite
Correlating with my vibes
Got a feeling of an emminent demise
But i'm not too sure of what kind
But im sure
That we will all be fine
Broken but I know how to redesign
and redefine
Keep in mind
Nothing is ahead of our time when we find it...
Im the mass mic murderer that's lurking in disguise
It's the mass mic murderer that's lurking in disguise
The mass mic murderer
That's lurking in disguise
Forced to deny my pride
Then pry my third eye wide open
Steadily scopin from the sky
I'm my own guide
Genocide of the ego in the plight
Deceitful sheeple don't really put up a fight
Its hard for me to pick a side
So i just I find my own vibe
Riding on a higher tide
There's intense intention to my grind
Intersection of the minds
In between split dimensions
The conditioned state of the mental
Is worth the mention
Because its so surreal and divine
Discover your own god
Fuck giving ya my 2 cents
When i could give a dime
I got something that you wont find
Making movies for the blind
With these rhymes
Painting pictures like Im in touch With the outer kind
Sound is so prime
Shout inside
The little box
And lock it up then throw it away
With your evil conscience
Take a second to digest
This haunting process
Something's offset
With the harmony to life
Feels like nothing's sitting right
The energy surrounding me
Isn't quite
Correlating with my vibes
Got a feeling of an emminent demise
But i'm not too sure of what kind
But im sure
That we will all be fine
Broken but I know how to redesign
and redefine
Keep in mind
Nothing is ahead of our time when we find it...
Credits
Writer(s): Reece Bledsoe
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