Ancient Aura
Load up the clips of that AK
Toss another body in the lake, ay
Just another good day, payday
Call em up, tell em you got 8 days
Counting down my hitlist
Take rides down the mist
There's no point to resist
So sit down hear this hiss
See it crawl, see it until you're gone (you're gone)
Hear it call, hear it until you're bought (you're bought)
Feel it draw, feel it until you're shot (you're shot)
Say it bruh, say it until you're pawned (you're pawned)
Like a chess piece played by Nakamura (checkmate)
Making moves feel my ancient aura (hahahaha)
As you do so you get all burned up (burned up)
You're disembodied, oh the horror
Jump, jump. jump into that pit of despair
Bump, bump, bump those fists, no prayers
Call up my burner to pick up a hit
You'll ready know I'm ready, equipped
Sliding slime, I'm oozing that drip
As Winter grips
My senses grows feeble, as I've lost control (the keys)
These beings talk to me, A pact for my soul (the gift)
I don't want to hear it, Inject the needle
Surging fluid is all so numbing
For what it was, it won't be coming
Suppress my potential by shunning
Myself to feel at ease from the burning
Sensations from these talking beings in me
Just listen don't follow what they tell me
Tell me tell me tell me what you see in me?
Is it, is it, is it the demons in me?
Okay, I see, it's the chase that you seek
But the chase that you seek will not proceed cause I'm not me
Toss another body in the lake, ay
Just another good day, payday
Call em up, tell em you got 8 days
Counting down my hitlist
Take rides down the mist
There's no point to resist
So sit down hear this hiss
See it crawl, see it until you're gone (you're gone)
Hear it call, hear it until you're bought (you're bought)
Feel it draw, feel it until you're shot (you're shot)
Say it bruh, say it until you're pawned (you're pawned)
Like a chess piece played by Nakamura (checkmate)
Making moves feel my ancient aura (hahahaha)
As you do so you get all burned up (burned up)
You're disembodied, oh the horror
Jump, jump. jump into that pit of despair
Bump, bump, bump those fists, no prayers
Call up my burner to pick up a hit
You'll ready know I'm ready, equipped
Sliding slime, I'm oozing that drip
As Winter grips
My senses grows feeble, as I've lost control (the keys)
These beings talk to me, A pact for my soul (the gift)
I don't want to hear it, Inject the needle
Surging fluid is all so numbing
For what it was, it won't be coming
Suppress my potential by shunning
Myself to feel at ease from the burning
Sensations from these talking beings in me
Just listen don't follow what they tell me
Tell me tell me tell me what you see in me?
Is it, is it, is it the demons in me?
Okay, I see, it's the chase that you seek
But the chase that you seek will not proceed cause I'm not me
Credits
Writer(s): Roberto Cortez
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