Delusions of Grandeur
Motherfucker on one
Swerve the King Kong gun
Rewrote the code of conduct
I'm imposing with the product
Stole the moment, since Kronos I been plottin
To break from the construct
Kicked down from Mt. Awesome
Left all the callousness to blossom
This beat sounds like Gotham
Mixed with colossus, stuck in the process
Still feels like I'm garbage
Your conscious ain't callin
Polish my bravado for centuries
Thoughts of your souls may rest in pieces
Squad some warlords that bested legions
But this my tape I gotta fight these demons
It's that easy speaking, so cohesive
She ride my penis, it's kinda decent
Painting picture perfect eldritch heathens
I switched my thesis, you're still defeated
This that boss music ambiance
Are you gonna step to the octagon
Ego death sprinkled parmesan
You're just an obstacle to my Babylon
Until I'm sitting at the end of all things
Inject in my veins championship rings
Until I'm sitting at the end of all things
Inject in my veins championship rings
Still sear the strip I'm that gourmand
Smoke a corsage, flip the warthog
Put that just cause in the morgue dog
Orphan of Kos birthed behind what I foresaw
Our DAW is better than yours
My words still fresh from forge
Southpaw an immaculate force
And I'm blessed with these chords
But it's this crisis to my core
That reminds me to pour myself into Jenova
This that boss music ambiance
Are you gonna step to the octagon
Ego death sprinkled parmesan
You're just an obstacle to my Babylon
Until I'm sitting at the end of all things
Inject in my veins championship rings
Until I'm sitting at the end of all things
Inject in my veins championship rings
Shame on my accolades
Bathe in the Lazarus
I see the amazing grace and
Praise in the hypocrite
Saw the true face
Then caved into nothingness
With every single catalyst and
Every fucking trumpet, shit
I could redefine redefine, and
Divide up this piece of the pie
As it fades from the shine in my eyes is a light of
The city skyline, that's my divine right
Motherfucker its time
At the end of all things, things
Championship rings
At the end of all things, things
Championship rings
Swerve the King Kong gun
Rewrote the code of conduct
I'm imposing with the product
Stole the moment, since Kronos I been plottin
To break from the construct
Kicked down from Mt. Awesome
Left all the callousness to blossom
This beat sounds like Gotham
Mixed with colossus, stuck in the process
Still feels like I'm garbage
Your conscious ain't callin
Polish my bravado for centuries
Thoughts of your souls may rest in pieces
Squad some warlords that bested legions
But this my tape I gotta fight these demons
It's that easy speaking, so cohesive
She ride my penis, it's kinda decent
Painting picture perfect eldritch heathens
I switched my thesis, you're still defeated
This that boss music ambiance
Are you gonna step to the octagon
Ego death sprinkled parmesan
You're just an obstacle to my Babylon
Until I'm sitting at the end of all things
Inject in my veins championship rings
Until I'm sitting at the end of all things
Inject in my veins championship rings
Still sear the strip I'm that gourmand
Smoke a corsage, flip the warthog
Put that just cause in the morgue dog
Orphan of Kos birthed behind what I foresaw
Our DAW is better than yours
My words still fresh from forge
Southpaw an immaculate force
And I'm blessed with these chords
But it's this crisis to my core
That reminds me to pour myself into Jenova
This that boss music ambiance
Are you gonna step to the octagon
Ego death sprinkled parmesan
You're just an obstacle to my Babylon
Until I'm sitting at the end of all things
Inject in my veins championship rings
Until I'm sitting at the end of all things
Inject in my veins championship rings
Shame on my accolades
Bathe in the Lazarus
I see the amazing grace and
Praise in the hypocrite
Saw the true face
Then caved into nothingness
With every single catalyst and
Every fucking trumpet, shit
I could redefine redefine, and
Divide up this piece of the pie
As it fades from the shine in my eyes is a light of
The city skyline, that's my divine right
Motherfucker its time
At the end of all things, things
Championship rings
At the end of all things, things
Championship rings
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Dahl
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