GILGAMESH (feat. Lim0)
Headaches from the labor I've endured
Bathe in Great Lakes baptism caused the cure
Think I've found an answer
Still I'm searching for some more
Vegetables by a fraction, but subtraction for the Boar
On these scriptures I have sworn
Know I've seen this all before
On my phone I'm keeping score
Of when I see the lord
Sister tryna start a war
But I jus block the sword
She don't know that in my dreams
I've seen the blood n gore
Something like a horror core
I tried to send the love, but I jus end up getting scorched
And I don't know what for
Lately I'm neglecting chores
Rejecting mopping floors
Projecting wounds up in my core
And slamming every door
Momma says she's had enough
I'm packing bags again
What's the reason that she bugged me for the mattress then
This time it's not a Bluff
Shaman gotta grab his stuff
Blisters for the gleam
And For my dreams, it seems
These things get rough
Lately I cant give a fuck
Laying naked in the tub
Mantras in the buff
A couple puffs For prayer, Mazel tov
Pardon, interruption for what needs repairing
Lot of stuff
They can't even fathom that the spirit know I'm sure enough
Thanking every phantom when they tell me you're not pure enough
Rejection like an acid flux
I'mma bet a 'Hunnid bucks
You can't even find your wealth or face yourself
You'll self destruct
Ego on the highest shelf
In envelops you keep it tucked
Rest assured the spirit came back way more matured
Higher vision where the brain at
And well secured
No imprisonment
The doom was never immanent
Shaman crafting brews made for the crew to such a distillate
Inner body stimulant
I'm intricate and vigilant
Fuck a lower tune, this dude I knew
Was full of pestilence
Embodiment of impotence
Incapable of gettin it
There was always room for you to move
But wasn't stepping in
So I put the matters in my hands
And started stepping in
Some of those applauding
Shaman plotting for the second win
Life is just a game, and this is my word we living in
Avatar like Aang
But changing fits
Guess Shaman be a sim
Only pray to people of my skin
McRame live in sin
Smiling till there's flowers by my name
APOLLO flex a grin
Solid cause the flesh was made of clay
I feel like Gilgamesh
Evenings when I wake I say thine name
And know I'm really blessed
Candles made in Bangladesh
Sandals and a hairy chest
Conjure, keep the flame
The words I claim Escape my abdomen
Placing is the same when belly aches
Portray what's Happening
Ramped thoughts be saddening
I manages to unscramble them
Bathe in Great Lakes baptism caused the cure
Think I've found an answer
Still I'm searching for some more
Vegetables by a fraction, but subtraction for the Boar
On these scriptures I have sworn
Know I've seen this all before
On my phone I'm keeping score
Of when I see the lord
Sister tryna start a war
But I jus block the sword
She don't know that in my dreams
I've seen the blood n gore
Something like a horror core
I tried to send the love, but I jus end up getting scorched
And I don't know what for
Lately I'm neglecting chores
Rejecting mopping floors
Projecting wounds up in my core
And slamming every door
Momma says she's had enough
I'm packing bags again
What's the reason that she bugged me for the mattress then
This time it's not a Bluff
Shaman gotta grab his stuff
Blisters for the gleam
And For my dreams, it seems
These things get rough
Lately I cant give a fuck
Laying naked in the tub
Mantras in the buff
A couple puffs For prayer, Mazel tov
Pardon, interruption for what needs repairing
Lot of stuff
They can't even fathom that the spirit know I'm sure enough
Thanking every phantom when they tell me you're not pure enough
Rejection like an acid flux
I'mma bet a 'Hunnid bucks
You can't even find your wealth or face yourself
You'll self destruct
Ego on the highest shelf
In envelops you keep it tucked
Rest assured the spirit came back way more matured
Higher vision where the brain at
And well secured
No imprisonment
The doom was never immanent
Shaman crafting brews made for the crew to such a distillate
Inner body stimulant
I'm intricate and vigilant
Fuck a lower tune, this dude I knew
Was full of pestilence
Embodiment of impotence
Incapable of gettin it
There was always room for you to move
But wasn't stepping in
So I put the matters in my hands
And started stepping in
Some of those applauding
Shaman plotting for the second win
Life is just a game, and this is my word we living in
Avatar like Aang
But changing fits
Guess Shaman be a sim
Only pray to people of my skin
McRame live in sin
Smiling till there's flowers by my name
APOLLO flex a grin
Solid cause the flesh was made of clay
I feel like Gilgamesh
Evenings when I wake I say thine name
And know I'm really blessed
Candles made in Bangladesh
Sandals and a hairy chest
Conjure, keep the flame
The words I claim Escape my abdomen
Placing is the same when belly aches
Portray what's Happening
Ramped thoughts be saddening
I manages to unscramble them
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Writer(s): John Limongelli, Ricardo Malik Magnus
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