The Host (feat. Guilty Simpson)

I just run up feeling sprung
and none can take it.
Feel par one prodigal son,
real never makeshift.
Flow painless but
hellbent like the plaintiff,
makin' sense of some insane shit.
Always hungry never sated.
Holy faded when the
cosmic complicated.
The demon awakens,
spit hexes and abominations.
Fuck like a dominatrix.
Chakra shaking box of
ancient lyrical divination
no distasteful go to wasted bars,
hard to get away from.
Phase shift, do it on the daily.
Hardly ever waver,
makes me savor even lately.
Definition of the one,
not for the layman.
Playing with the
code for the simulation.
It's fun to break shit.
It's fun to make it.
Key possessed,
Evil like I'm fuckin' Paimon.
I'm not the same as these
blips in the Matrix.
Never plain shit.
Surgeon on the beat,
cut the heat that'll
make your face lift.
Won't cease the
amazing routine of
creating things
to explain and
I spit hard or
make it easy to retain
depending on the day, shit.
I let my mind get away
and you can chase it.
With me I'm crazy,
not complacent.
Running paces round every lame
'til I'm everybody favorite.
I ain't on the same shit.
Not the basic.
Never fake this.
Find it kind of funny I jump in
and none above me.
Give it time to sit
while this vessel
nixed, plead the fifth
like octave doubling.
A lot of MCs come up and it's
unbecoming, it's numbing.
This shit living in my blood,
cold river flow
swimming through
all that's redundant.
I gotta reign in my words,
I'm just having fun yet
I spit livid and fast flow
stingin' your liver like alcohol,
you gotta cope.
I'm livin' this act,
they prohibit the facts
but I react, call me Al Capone
With the balance though,
no fulcrum like a vice
I'm still vile though
I shoulda started this a while ago,
the people in my camp
they already fuckin' know
Confide in the beat,
that's Fuzzy.
Never mainstream
stay navigatin' the dream
cuz that shit's repugnant.
Stay spittin' that shit
real people fuck with
while the kids fake
and leave you lovesick.
Watch the world rot and
the clock ticks.
Call me apocalypse.
Can't stop it.
The Evil promise
always honest,
Guilty Simpson come to
drop some
knowledge like a prophet.
Shit.
Yeah, look what the cat drug in
I'm a boost to your plugins
Marijuana, weed puffin
Your opinion doesn't matter
so do not butt in
Keep your two cents,
I'm a nuisance now and then
Take it or leave it,
I am what I am
Middle finger to Uncle Sam,
all about fam
feeling at home
even in a foreign land
tour for bands, what a living
free from the mental prison
I survive off premonition and
I'm seeing that you thrive
on division
so you won't listen,
so it's long distance
can't get close
if you don't see the vision
so no, don't visit.
No, we won't kick it
when you get focused
they all get livid
and start dissin,
and the drama get wicked.