Dust Descends

Lyrics

Sumo, flows bone shattering, slow dab the pen
 Holmes, back again, unravelling cluedo
 Pseudo-psycho p.i clocks travelling cloak and dagger men
 Bag the prints, captured under black light, halogen
 Snag the swag bag, back to the lab, the hideout
 Back in a flash countin' the cash stacks in the light house
 Good or bad, two sides of the same coin, same loin
 Brother from another mother. veins joined plain toying with
 Wordplay. words spray off the diaphragm
 Feynman diagrams erased trace of a higher plan
 He enquired "dang." thug on his case, ran, caught
 Scuffle ensued, gun in his face, click, fired... jammed
 I guess the messiah scams
 Laughing at us miniscule fucks measuring time in sand
 Rhyming slang, the camera pans back to the gameboard
 Bishop f8 takes queen b4 day falls
 This ain't no follow the north star, night light calligraphy
 Scene set, more like predator versus predator
 Find myself invisible, play your tendons like an old oud
 Fellow to no realm walk with no foot to speak of
 Some said he was here, cold carvings on an old stone
 Most were oblivious till his whispers chilled their sold bones
 No sight to behold no effigy no spared thought
 Soul borne of ash, the globe silenced as he strolled home
 One touch, monotone were the screams
 Legion of the spirit brought forthwith thru dreams monitored
 He travelled thru shadows, the black string puppeteer
 Left with no trace, reverse big bang, we touch cloth
 I revel, suspend tension not animation
 Pause, replace thoughts of sanctity with pure rage
 Distilled peace in its purest form injected
 My veins writhe callously, somewhat vacant like your new face
 Diablo, emerging from devilish black piano note
 Deadliest black hand on your throat, a black antelope
 Black animal flow, pow, a black calico
 As black as your soul, black hand trapped in snow
 Frost bitten, loss kitten a boss hominian
 A god swimming in sin, living within a villains skin
 The man is dead, but walks the earth like his manners fled
 His plans to wreck span the globe like rihanna's head
 Sky diving riding a bison
 Try fly in time with the high rising leviathan
 The truth is out there, but which guy will you buy it from
 The livest firebomb, time warner or viacom
 Be silent, calm, its salvation of firearm
 Make noise so the people know the real hype of the tribal drum
 The time has come, its ride or die time for some
 Hide your guns, we tonight vibe as one
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:42
Key
7
Tempo
172 BPM

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