The Catacombs Lyrics

Conviction, kickin rythm with musicians, mushroom visions

Self efficient, fishing for a fresh emcee

With position syllable addiction to addition of the friction

Don't you trip the benefits will mic check my etiquette

Thinking critical I call it quits I'm cynical

Cater to the culture though, casual the kid is cold

Shackled to my pen and pad a dusty bag of bones

With cadence deep from the crevice's in the catacombs

My dome will season flavor with my style through my trials

Tell a tale when all else fails, of dreams and of denial

Imagine passion antics or gigantic antidotes

Some up and at 'em madness from the attic type of growth

A tapestry of apathy, my timing tap with me

Time to see that time and time again I find a finders fee

Time to be intimidated, no time is free

Father time tell me Tommy you're a timeless emcee

So I'm blessed with Mother Earth, Or just cursed with a paragraph

Find your solitude or else, strategies to share my craft

Cashing in on my journal, find a price it hits home

Comb the globe for another poem back again to the catacombs