Allotrope Istasha

[Verse 1]
Spiral down, got oil, no grease
Slide from the flesh to the soil on my feet
Ch-Chiral steps, in sync like sheep
When I die, I reflect on the gods that I leave

Rose that soul like an allotrope
Something like I sever all technicals in my cold heart pumping
Toe tag jerking at the morgue, getting fits
In my suit that's a color right out of space, go coveted
Chain wet, drenched and the boots gon drag in
Formless steps, stay smooth, no lagging
Trace them neck to the woods then swing on the brainlet branch
'Til the roots gon' crash in

[?] like a brain, go crease
Thesis clipped [?] cease
Effrolesce then I got no drip
'Cause it ain't no swimming, no case, no fleas

[Chorus]
I do, I don't, I do, I don't care 'bout the skin, so I shed some
I don't, I do, I don't, I do, anchor my limbs so that I cannot go
I do, I don't, I do, I don't care 'bout the skin, so I shed some
I don't, I do, I don't, I do, anchor my limbs so that I cannot go