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Mais, ce soir, y a spectacle (Okay) Une très grande (Alright) Venez si vous voulez, ces retours, immenses (Okay) (Welcome to the moon) (It is written) (Be the space at the center) (Be nothing) [?] Okay, alright I've been staring at these pages, mind stayed purple Mercury's in retrograde, circles in a circle What's the purpose? Slangin' these rhymes like a merchant Hand-written in cursive Lately, I've been staring at these pages, mind stayed purple Mercury's in retrograde, circles in a circle What's the purpose? (Yeah) 360, spiral the neck like a vulture goddess Milky way cartons in the energies I harness And my mindset, I'm high as the sky gets, multiple sunsets Capturing thoughts with a butterfly net 'Cause true reality runs deeper than the concept SongtexteTo the spectrum of your consciousness And pigment's only context This race can only be won if the psyche is steady Even Frankenstein began as a dream, in the mind of Mary Shelley So throw caution to the wind, focusing the mental element Make bars crumble down like dilapidated sediments All those ridden with hell, I'll blast for the cell first Splatter the optics, and damage the nerves Dust or blood over everything, I swing sabers like Anakin Ambidextrous androgen, I'm both the empress and the king Walk obscene in these verbal coliseums Kevin Bacon with quicksilver in his skeleton Temptation of the presbyterian, testosterone, and estrogen I'm all things, encoding while subliminally messaging At times it seems that I'm chained to all the trouble that I struggle with My shadows huddle in the midst 'Cause the blueprint of life has hidden meanings And deep within them, applied contradictions Angels inter-breed with demons See, misery loves company, it overwhelms and feeds me Fills me as I embrace the dark and light completely Guided by the ring of the seven sisters when the pitch darkens Artemis gravitates my aim to where the fixed mark is Hit the target, commander of the dart board When rooted, I'm the essence of our limit, in the darkest form Day and night worshipper, stubborn as a mule Built my temple from the dreams and posted sentries at the vestibules Our army of degenerate practitioners will street-sweep, petition-free, and [?] to carry signatures [?] cardic insignia, the dark's name-severors Past, present, or future, stay similar Observing distant memories, fading over ages It's in the pain of remembrance, leave the structure ever-changing Saw shape-shifting inspire the nihilist Decipher mind script, hypotheses tested on self or mad scientists Spit fire and water, I'm lion and hydra Aloof in the distance, like the heart's stellation of Libra A mystery of time, made an egg and hatched a man Like God, with a staff of thunderbolts in his hand Illuminated provision beyond peripheral I'm black orc and medusa, feedin' off your viscerals I dove back, in the age of clones and phone taps we tailin' drones And all that, command an army of skeleton bone stacks I measure motions sub-atomically My thought forms are crystallized snow, color of ebony Shimmering Staring at these pages, mind stayed purple Mercury's in retrograde, circles in a circle What's the purpose? Slangin' these rhymes like a merchant Hand-written in cursive Lately, I've been staring at these pages, mind stayed purple Mercury's in retrograde, circles in a circle What's the purpose? (In basements) (DJs and emcees) (Cultivate the- the- the- patience) (indecipherable- Blakrok) (With the witches brewing) (In basements) (With the witches brewing) [?] (DJs and emcees) (Cultivate patience) Bang your head Bang, bang your head (With some witches brewing) ([?]) (DJs and emcees) (Cultivate patience) ([?], I now present to you) ([?] hex you) Aus Songtexte Mania