Rigor Mortis Lyrics

Rigor mortis set in before a brother took a step walking dead took a breath in my head Secrets kept like. But you don't know though

Esoteric wisdom

I dare to square the prism

beware to stare at gimmicks

The bread is stale and sickening

Substance insufficient but a prayer can scare the wicked

above my inhibitions I didn't dug out deeper ditches

If justice kills the mockingbird I'll rumble with these benches

When blinded by the trench can't help but question your position

When flipping through the scripture I had ran across a sentence that had made a Niga figure they had tampered with the picture

God painted on the ceiling with his dominating image out reaching for his children and Away from every Niga

Heard a brother feelings what did I expect to the spoils go to winner God is playing chess

And in the end behold the Victor it's calculated steps

Ain't no grass cut in winter the serpent get to rest

Building my condition a nga doing reps

Cut my faith in intuition got me doubling my bets

Plato for tomatoes at a play written by Nero

And he grew torched the city fuck them ngas on the payroll

And I was like ok bro I'll take the shit to heart

If somebody step up to the throne a Niga cue to spark

First we take the wall dig in for the siege

Cut sometimes they don't agree until u bring them to they knees

That's Word to Socrates dying for cause pour the toxins in the drink I'll toast it to the God

I up to the stars for my Blessings in the war

Seeing kingdoms rise and fall to the Testament of Mars

Nubia the queen Ethiopia the dark

Apollo couldn't sing and Osiris fell apart

So it's grind it out or starve as I sowed my seed

Lost control of the car tryna go the speed

I heard through many deeds does a man define his creed

If he takes the time to see and not be blinded with the sheep's ppl

Bide the time proceed. Got a find the rhythm when you jumping off the beat you look Like a beginner

Blessed be the center couldn't turn the other cheek

You get caddy with my face and I'm a dog you in the streets

Man can know his being by the faith of a mustard seeds

Every year on New Year's Eve moms be putting up them greens

Superstitious things acted out in the flesh

Only spirit can perceive. Sold ya soul out for a check.