Verse 1
My life's a open scripture to a motion picture
Director god writer myself starring me age 12
The storyline is a shorty divine glorious time made it through hell blackouts the crack house my nephew smiled made em a sell packed on Rikers isl the grave or the jail
Many hung there self in the cell you brave till you tell
Many never graduated or graded from Yale
From what the OGs told me he spoke ghostly
But every things real.. thats its suppose to be hand on his steel close to me soon as it get real we both can reach
But now I'm up in the age but still touching the page with rage
Brushing my grays I call these the luxury days
Its just a stage or a phase
Wiping the dust like Lazarus this is my exodus
From you baphomets laugh at this you savages this is practices musical metaphysical movement for requiring the optimal with smoothness
The Alex Haily in Pelle Pelle my novels are deadly
Colossal and heavy the rap model is legendary
I got quotes from popes these secrets from masters of occults
Even the prophets wrote
They said 'Unknown' look how much you grown
This is chess..your pawns are thrones this is finesse your songs a zone
Whenever I'm at the microphone surround that spot with orange cones
The monotone-god is home
Ring around the rosie my crew was pack of wild coyotes
Play records by Bon Jovi
Hold it spin it backwards listen to metallica slowly
You hear the teachings of Aleister Crowley
Mind balanced between malice and holy drink from a chalice thats smokey
For thanksgiving I flew to Turkey capture the statute Sophia as a trophy
Everywhere i step grows bodhi trees i'm moses seed
Golden beads mr reed mostly
My life's a open scripture to a motion picture
Director god writer myself starring me age 12
The storyline is a shorty divine glorious time made it through hell blackouts the crack house my nephew smiled made em a sell packed on Rikers isl the grave or the jail
Many hung there self in the cell you brave till you tell
Many never graduated or graded from Yale
From what the OGs told me he spoke ghostly
But every things real.. thats its suppose to be hand on his steel close to me soon as it get real we both can reach
But now I'm up in the age but still touching the page with rage
Brushing my grays I call these the luxury days
Its just a stage or a phase
Wiping the dust like Lazarus this is my exodus
From you baphomets laugh at this you savages this is practices musical metaphysical movement for requiring the optimal with smoothness
The Alex Haily in Pelle Pelle my novels are deadly
Colossal and heavy the rap model is legendary
I got quotes from popes these secrets from masters of occults
Even the prophets wrote
They said 'Unknown' look how much you grown
This is chess..your pawns are thrones this is finesse your songs a zone
Whenever I'm at the microphone surround that spot with orange cones
The monotone-god is home
Ring around the rosie my crew was pack of wild coyotes
Play records by Bon Jovi
Hold it spin it backwards listen to metallica slowly
You hear the teachings of Aleister Crowley
Mind balanced between malice and holy drink from a chalice thats smokey
For thanksgiving I flew to Turkey capture the statute Sophia as a trophy
Everywhere i step grows bodhi trees i'm moses seed
Golden beads mr reed mostly
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