Book of Enoch
Entire life dedicated to the esoteric
Endless tomes of tainted treachery and flows from the cleric
No generic, this the merit of the heretic
Historic sort of stories in this world so full of shit
Acid raps by the stacks, ain't no hydrochloric chemistry
Do-re-mi, don't you see
This life was really meant for me
You
Never stressing me, I'm in another galaxy G
A different astral plane of heresy, I'm fabled to be
I never found this book of rhymes until I really knew me
The tree of life, tallest view upon the canopy
I absently make anarchy with agony and apathy
I'm actually an alchemist of tragedy
Thoughts steady look like tactics this the fabric of magic
Ain't no lactic, this is real shit I'm steady smacking
Hacking terminals and seeking where the healing might happen
Preacher passing poems potent
Slay a rat or a rodent
Forever showing sainted skills that make your idols look hopeless
You know this
Or do you really know anything
Until you've crept upon the creatures in the realm of the king
Stolen rhymes you homies flipping, on my soul you won't bring
Blasphemy upon the stories I sing
A gracious gift from greater gods in the galaxy's outer rim
I'm, steady sinning, forever winning battles in vain
Pain gains from the stain on the tapestry made
With the introspection woven in like every way I couldn't say, what my problem is anyway
An introvert with intelligence break the rates of the scale
Instruction manual to life and I'm just searching for coffin nails
Sail across the bill of sale of stories stale
Chainmail for derailed and who's that at wholesale
A white whale, a black sheep, a nice tale
Fishscale, fishtail for retail
Details tragic, drastics in a sea of ceramics
Your favorite china shop to ashes of passion
Seatbelts fastened
This a journey
Leaving fucking rappers in a gurney
Endless tomes of tainted treachery and flows from the cleric
No generic, this the merit of the heretic
Historic sort of stories in this world so full of shit
Acid raps by the stacks, ain't no hydrochloric chemistry
Do-re-mi, don't you see
This life was really meant for me
You
Never stressing me, I'm in another galaxy G
A different astral plane of heresy, I'm fabled to be
I never found this book of rhymes until I really knew me
The tree of life, tallest view upon the canopy
I absently make anarchy with agony and apathy
I'm actually an alchemist of tragedy
Thoughts steady look like tactics this the fabric of magic
Ain't no lactic, this is real shit I'm steady smacking
Hacking terminals and seeking where the healing might happen
Preacher passing poems potent
Slay a rat or a rodent
Forever showing sainted skills that make your idols look hopeless
You know this
Or do you really know anything
Until you've crept upon the creatures in the realm of the king
Stolen rhymes you homies flipping, on my soul you won't bring
Blasphemy upon the stories I sing
A gracious gift from greater gods in the galaxy's outer rim
I'm, steady sinning, forever winning battles in vain
Pain gains from the stain on the tapestry made
With the introspection woven in like every way I couldn't say, what my problem is anyway
An introvert with intelligence break the rates of the scale
Instruction manual to life and I'm just searching for coffin nails
Sail across the bill of sale of stories stale
Chainmail for derailed and who's that at wholesale
A white whale, a black sheep, a nice tale
Fishscale, fishtail for retail
Details tragic, drastics in a sea of ceramics
Your favorite china shop to ashes of passion
Seatbelts fastened
This a journey
Leaving fucking rappers in a gurney
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Writer(s): Aidan Roemer
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