Opera Lyrics

Yo

Here's ones for you old heads

Shout out Swain

Yo

Lyrical lines from a cynical mind

That have been wrapped

Entwined by the divine

Since before he was nine

At level four the devil knocked on my door

And sat on my floor and said I have you a chore

For the next great war

I gave him a hostile stare and he looked back and glared

Took a piece of my hair and warped my entire imagination

And that's when I realized he was showing me a nation

Ruled by hatred and discrimination

Universal rules taken by kings who rule

So they can make their own rules

And neglect it from school

Which breeds cruel ghouls

Who drool on the thoughts of jewels

So we grippin tools

Shottin an droppin

Leave them in bloody pools

Bless them with lessons from my Smith and Wesson weapon

Send them to hell or heaven, no I smoke them to resin

Discretion 11 11 rituals with composition

Suppress them to lower dimension to degress their ascension

An of course I didn't believe what I saw

An of course I thought he was make believe and all

An immediately he knew I didn't believe

So he offered to show me one more thing before he flee'd

Instantly, he teleports me

Tallest burning building

I'm standing, he's gliding

I quickly realize the slight change in my eyes

building shifting tilting implying my own demise

Falling faster than drunken dunken basketballs

Heart pumping, stomach sunken, got Em's sweaty palms

Head smashing, body slashing, mangled cd roms

An he's laughing and clapping giving rounds of applause

An every night it seems I see this demonic dream

Summoning to the burning summit and my body plummeting

Till one morning level 9 I'm shown to see

Double 11 twin same fucking burning building