Savan DePaul - Incorporeus (feat. Fats) Lyrics

Raise the alarm
Put out the call to clear the districts
This is some ethereal incorporeal business
Elemental magi that crack the sky with gunships
You can tweet the devastation from your seat up in a disc

Catch my mad hype magi stack rhymes
Match my mad tight magi rap lines
Beware of demon evocation
Summoning deities in the Goety easily to reach the sages

The days have passed when sativa's synonymous for grass
Now the vapor trails are retreating straight back up your ass
It stinks to half and yet may still come to pass
You better not be hoping for special treatment, don't you even ask

We are dealing with otherworldly evoking
Conjuring evil spirits and Solomon omens
72 choices for poking or controlling
Abramelin the Mage wants his henosis

The diagnosis is bogus
The whole thing atrocious
The ghost of human past can judge us, the rest of you don't even know us
How you gonna say with conviction that it's real
When the electrodes in your brain are made of nonconductive steel

Hey I should delve in ceremonial sorcery
Torture thee cordially
Sure
As you stride on, your stench of hell lingers
And your life essence slips through your fingers

Now that's got a kind of ominous ring
String along the f*cking peons to the board
Let him figure out how to silence the din
'Cause we've barely figured out which reality we're in

I'm currently encapsulated in an alternate timeline
If you're hearing this, please come return with me
Pick yourself from the tv prime time
Help me weld together my thoughts and reality
I ask you, audience, please take it upon yourselves
'Cause I have two lucid binary realms
Please combine the two before my soul is gone
Or just send help to the abode of Savan
Please combine the two before my soul is gone
Or just send help to the abode of Savan
Please combine the two before my soul is gone
Or just send help to the abode of Savan
Send help to the abode of Savan
Send help to the abode of Savan