Farrah: Oh my goodness these stairs make a lot of sound
(Footsteps)
Yea yea mmm
Uhh idiosyncratically crafting another masterpiece
Duck and dodging demons that always seem to be after me
Bob and weave off the tree bon appétit
Always twice as hungry than what you're probably imagining
Yea (yea) yea Wanda with the Mind Stone
This that kinda power you cowards can't put price on
I'll dissolve it all and call it a day go right home
Snakes in your head
Bite the apple off your iPhone
I'm known to dabble do my damage on the mic-phone
Do a dab then do some magick in the right zone
Death is but a transition when the light's blown
Dealing with the in-between 'till the poltergeist gone
No-show ghosts under the stairs
No one cares either under-prepared or don't go there
Boil bones
Charge stones and make homes there
You cross the goat and get turned into a toad there
Back from the dead again
Roll away the stone
Maybe find my head again
If i only make it home
Nothing's ever simple
But you know when in Rome
At the candlelight vigil
Got a sigil made of bones
Back from the dead again
Roll away the stone (roll away the stone)
Maybe find my head again
If i only make it home (if i only make it home)
Nothing's ever simple
But you know when in Rome
At the candlelight vigil
Got a sigil made of bones
Ichiban
Infiltrate the throne cast spells on a Maxell
Guillotine illusion disappeared from where the ax fell
Playing tricks on what the ocular sees
The sorcery of a strange doctor indeed
A large sigil seen thru a dark crystal
Unloaded an arsenal of smart riddles
An alchemist with a microphone as a talisman
Stuck in the same wonderland that they put Alice in
Hidden gardens dig deeper in the rabbit hole
Grab ahold the experience is magical
Spit truth in the booth a mystical ritual
A repeat offender the vivid flow habitual
Witches brew poured into a Dixie cup
Mix it up with a little pinch of pixie dust
Embellish the relics and enrich the lingo
All the while angels and demons mix and mingle
Back from the dead again
Roll away the stone (roll away the stone)
Maybe find my head again
If i only make it home (if i only make it home)
Nothing's ever simple
But you know when in Rome
At the candlelight vigil
Got a sigil made of bones
Back from the dead again
Roll away the stone (roll away the stone)
Maybe find my head again
If i only make it home (if i only make it home)
Nothing's ever simple
But you know when in Rome
At the candlelight vigil
Got a sigil made of bones yea
You're not buggin' you're not losing your mind
A lot of people wanna make you feel
Like you're crazy you know what i'm saying?
People will make it seem like you're over exaggerating
You're buggin' what made you think that?"
Adj
Ayo, fuck what you might think
I spit this shit so real, I make this mic stink
Monkey around profound gorilla hijinks
And when I come through your town I'm stealing smiles, winks
Ego Yao Ming in stature
Raised by the back scratcher
Paid it back faster
Cause I ain't had no interest in the bastard
Similar in stature
Knack for disaster and fuse length
But am I him? Nope, I am knot
Like a shoestring
Not a new thing, but the work never stops
When I word clever thoughts
Into mazes that I barely trace back
It's fair to face facts
Whoever said it better, you could bet they never rapped
So as we're standing on the edge looking over at extinction
Waiting on erosion to take the burden of breathing
Observe the seasons, act accordingly, get your shit right
'Cause this gon be something that we have never even-