Think about the Pope's disciples
Reading bibles loading rifles
5:56 the perfect time to think about survival
Your soul recycled into a primal cycle
Worshipping idols and material things
These tribal psychos so entitled
I'm shredding fabrics of time
You know my only design
Is to be rippin apart
Whatever isn't alive
So ghosts and souls so low
That float in holy boats will throw some plasma volts
To make me go escape the zone they call their home
But since I'm a fiend that eats demons
Switch up my axis like seasons
To find the renegades in retrograde
For me to feast on
Believe wrong and you won't see dawn
Naive songs got me clinged on
A Star Trek for stardom
Wreckin the top from the bottom
Now I'm a phantom and phenom
An underworld f*ckin Steve Jobs
Feeding the fruit of knowledge to those of who
Have believed wrong
Now let me get low
Rockin that triplet syllable flow
I wanna be those I wanna be this I wanna be that
F*ck this material rap
I wanna write code I wanna be vogue
I wanna be known in the metro
I wanna be throned
But I'm feeling so lonely
Got a fam and a girl and homies
But I feel like none of them know me
I'm an empty shell they cloned me
Don't control me
Just hold me