Morals
[Hook]
Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch
Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse
Ego trips are on your face, you fall flat
Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch
Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse
Ego trips are on your face, you fall flat
[Verse 1]
I’m standing stern in a plateau of cliff dive
Control the riptide
As I spit lines and get mine
Entwined with mind to find trap door to unlock and walk in
Talk men into taking lives of friends when I begin
Try to transcend sin, discovering you’re not able
Fables get told when I scold the hottest
Only one of the dopest, focus modest
The oddest seamstress
Propel skits from the lips this twist of the normal
Formal gift attack, conscious with rap
Blitz comments to smack [?] drips from the [?] that perforate my thought-scape
Liftoff rate to the next degree
Sick of seeing shows where they might rip so I spit the heavenly songs
Stems for the palms, spill ink to sink the calm
Tranquil trinkets you think with
On the brink of a swift capsize
Brews abuse the new waitress
Take ten paces towards your nuclear family
I’m lighting a fuse, wasted existence
Repentance the nod as well as access to the mattress
Where we make love to the drum break
And create armies of words in page form
[?] storms of corn kernels that pop ish
I split atoms with weather patterns, building a personal climate
Innate inner self seeks to speak to the strong or meek
As I’m preparing to inherit the earth
Cursed since birth with virus that life is
When I quit that means that I reached the pinnacle of speech
And galaxy [?] the new land in hand with me
[Hook]
Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch
Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse
Ego trips are on your face, you fall flat
Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch
Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse
Ego trips are on your face, you fall flat
[Verse 2]
Yo, the fat lady takes sound-checks when I step to sites
Replenish rhymes with life-telling minds, my image reflects mics
Ill’s on some next, lines stretched, their legs proportioned
You keep it live like a fetus after abortion
Morris can’t code into the fact [?]
I attack crowds with style
Versatile like the shadow on a sundial
Run wild, there’s still time of rhyme mates
They see dash yo at the weigh in
Y’all turn the game in so I put you in check like cashflow
What is this?
I’m staying fly, you’re Icarus
Master of gravitational descension
One line sent non-rappers to deep space
I wet crews like seascapes
If my mother spits your rhymes, I couldn’t relate
Shatter insides of walls and floor patterns from Saturn to decorate the clean slate of your mind state
Can you keep up ‘cause I’m accelerating?
Metaphoric metabolic lyrics where knowledge and insights live in mics like contortionists
Distorting this havoc electromagnetic hazardous magnanimous Illogic lacking cannabis
You’e a fan of this bliss I’m demonstrating
Mentally renovating with innovation to split minds like virgin penetration
[Hook]
Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch
Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse
Ego trips are on your face, you fall flat
Morals lack in infertile emcees eggs can’t hatch
Murdering your thoughts for brain relapse
Ego trips are on your face