lyrical arc to spark art
seen MCs with balls but no heart
to capture the rapture, keep heads nodding day after
you need primo blend
spiral with no end
pyro with no friends
all got burnt
no play and no ends, you still get learnt
something new coming thru
meet you at the turn
road splits at bullshit
paid dues earned

slayed dudes in three states
mindstate’s a disgrace
time hits the fast pace I laid em to waste

slimed from the ass taste
whack beats are half-baked
got heat so play the hand
pull out the ace

you could not replace the spiral interface staircase
you could not display infinite mirror face
you could not reframe the maimed lame subterfuge of stained insane mainstream brain

all seems plain canvas set for ravage
slam with Dionysus, I could be the savage
I could wreak the havoc or I could lay in hammock
I ascend to heaven or I crawl with the damned
damn it

at first you can’t see right behind
the figure waiting for you on the backside of your mind
it’s time, reveal the alien design
ultimate refined sign of infinite divine


‘cause we live in the
we live inside the weapon
as a piece of the
as a piece of the destroyer
to survive in the
to survive within the weapon
we a piece of the
be a piece of the
(we at peace with the?)

we became the destroyer
a piece of the weapon


reverse course
burn direct from source
face latest tech
lace greatest threat
place weight on set but can’t hate on yet!
unexpected connected to break the net
dialectic’s infectious
I lace the thread
when dissecting the monsters within the head
can an angel remain so despite the spread?
can an angel remain so despite the dead?


‘cause we live in the
we live inside the weapon
as a piece of the
as a piece of the destroyer
to survive in the
to survive within the weapon
we a piece of the
be a piece of the
(we at peace with the?)

we became the destroyer
a piece of the weapon