Spoils of War
Sentences torn & penmanship worm
Realities adorned on devilish horns,
Polarity conformed to relish in chosen
Outspoken tomes woven with the fleet of the motion
It's oceans roar
Spoils of war & Tesla coils
Soul bare, stare to soil, preaching plans that I've foiled
Turmoil twisted tinctures, toy with galaxies toil
Perched upon the gates of gods, like a gargoyle
I've tainted texts sacred, and flipped flows like I made em
It's youth forsaken for the search of making soul outta self
It's wealth found in finding help within the audible realms
I break qualms and take life by the helm
A different shot, it's 35mm film
And like I'm lifted in the lot, with my head in the hills
And yo I couldn't pop pills and so I'm copping to feel, enough marijuana fields for a mil do you feel me?
You couldn't kill me on ya best day sucker, ritual rebirth, I'm getting rigid with my brothers (Like)
The heat of hatred leave you faceless
You last placing, while I'm keeping up my pace bitch
Let's get right to the T
I don't know what you mean
I'm breaking schemes and flipping poems potent easily
It's easels teased and artists pleased, I'm speaking peace for my pieces
Reaching deep for the meaning
Preaching gardens of Eden
Season syllables, you salad ass homies salty
I seek the miracles, your mainframe is faulty
Realities adorned on devilish horns,
Polarity conformed to relish in chosen
Outspoken tomes woven with the fleet of the motion
It's oceans roar
Spoils of war & Tesla coils
Soul bare, stare to soil, preaching plans that I've foiled
Turmoil twisted tinctures, toy with galaxies toil
Perched upon the gates of gods, like a gargoyle
I've tainted texts sacred, and flipped flows like I made em
It's youth forsaken for the search of making soul outta self
It's wealth found in finding help within the audible realms
I break qualms and take life by the helm
A different shot, it's 35mm film
And like I'm lifted in the lot, with my head in the hills
And yo I couldn't pop pills and so I'm copping to feel, enough marijuana fields for a mil do you feel me?
You couldn't kill me on ya best day sucker, ritual rebirth, I'm getting rigid with my brothers (Like)
The heat of hatred leave you faceless
You last placing, while I'm keeping up my pace bitch
Let's get right to the T
I don't know what you mean
I'm breaking schemes and flipping poems potent easily
It's easels teased and artists pleased, I'm speaking peace for my pieces
Reaching deep for the meaning
Preaching gardens of Eden
Season syllables, you salad ass homies salty
I seek the miracles, your mainframe is faulty
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Writer(s): Aidan Roemer
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