Polybius
I'm destructive, selfish, that's it, real shit, with a fucked sense of justice, fuck it
When I'm handling the pain, my back, that fact, that's a real sense of strain
I feel like I'm self-righteous: I want everything I want, even if I know it's wrong,
Dealing with it on my own, even if it's on the phone, processing the details about it
Polybius, no, it, doesn't exist
It's a fake, it's a false, it's a myth
In your grasp, round the corner, round fifth
You can't lose it if you never had it
Been preaching the problem, you're starting to answer
Stuck to the blueprint, stuck with the planner
I'm simply constructed in an alternate manner
She screaming my name like I'm Cobra Commander
(COBRA!)
Motherfuckers yapping, sick of banter
Now it's time to get to action with a hammer
Melee right now, later we gon get detached, huh
Heart Paulsen, bout to throw the hatchet
Spread you even, swear your sickle was a bread knife (damn)
91, fuck color wine ensign (damn)
Maroon 5 wouldn't fuck with a rose life (damn)
Pierce through, turn a headshot to a red stripe (damn)
Think I'm fucking up everything
Feel surrounded by enemies
Ego down, you irrelevant
Think you out of your element
Fire, air, water, earth, I been bending like Iyengar
Cap you inside of a bottle, killing weeds like I'm vinegar
Beyond Bruce Wayne's dog's named Ace
Keeping sharp around me like my suits got spades
Staying pressed, black and white, when I gotta show face
Shoes rode upon a pale horse, death means laced
White Air Force, scuffing on the side like the plague
Gonna lose your sole, to a lick of the page
No matter how you win, giving up, giving in
Cause the house always wins at the end of the day
Heel boy, you stupid little bitch, huh?
You better fucking listen when I say to sit, huh?
You think you're clever, gonna pull a couple tricks, huh?
She cut though, thought my armor was thick, huh?
Used to be a diss track, (I'm better than that)
Try and take my necklace, (I'm better than that)
Encroaching on my land mass, (I'm better than that)
Used to think I'm less than you, (I'm better than that)
Where's your clock? Where's your watch? What's the time right now?
Where's your clock? Where's your watch? What's the plan then, pal?
I will take my shit back, thanks for that, bitch
Don't you ever try to run that back
(damn)
I got two on wrists, I got one on my neck
I got two on wrists, one more on my neck, let's go
When I'm handling the pain, my back, that fact, that's a real sense of strain
I feel like I'm self-righteous: I want everything I want, even if I know it's wrong,
Dealing with it on my own, even if it's on the phone, processing the details about it
Polybius, no, it, doesn't exist
It's a fake, it's a false, it's a myth
In your grasp, round the corner, round fifth
You can't lose it if you never had it
Been preaching the problem, you're starting to answer
Stuck to the blueprint, stuck with the planner
I'm simply constructed in an alternate manner
She screaming my name like I'm Cobra Commander
(COBRA!)
Motherfuckers yapping, sick of banter
Now it's time to get to action with a hammer
Melee right now, later we gon get detached, huh
Heart Paulsen, bout to throw the hatchet
Spread you even, swear your sickle was a bread knife (damn)
91, fuck color wine ensign (damn)
Maroon 5 wouldn't fuck with a rose life (damn)
Pierce through, turn a headshot to a red stripe (damn)
Think I'm fucking up everything
Feel surrounded by enemies
Ego down, you irrelevant
Think you out of your element
Fire, air, water, earth, I been bending like Iyengar
Cap you inside of a bottle, killing weeds like I'm vinegar
Beyond Bruce Wayne's dog's named Ace
Keeping sharp around me like my suits got spades
Staying pressed, black and white, when I gotta show face
Shoes rode upon a pale horse, death means laced
White Air Force, scuffing on the side like the plague
Gonna lose your sole, to a lick of the page
No matter how you win, giving up, giving in
Cause the house always wins at the end of the day
Heel boy, you stupid little bitch, huh?
You better fucking listen when I say to sit, huh?
You think you're clever, gonna pull a couple tricks, huh?
She cut though, thought my armor was thick, huh?
Used to be a diss track, (I'm better than that)
Try and take my necklace, (I'm better than that)
Encroaching on my land mass, (I'm better than that)
Used to think I'm less than you, (I'm better than that)
Where's your clock? Where's your watch? What's the time right now?
Where's your clock? Where's your watch? What's the plan then, pal?
I will take my shit back, thanks for that, bitch
Don't you ever try to run that back
(damn)
I got two on wrists, I got one on my neck
I got two on wrists, one more on my neck, let's go
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