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SHADOW PROJECTION Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Man eating orchids forgive no one just yet
With all the hatred that makes up the matrix and causes stress
I found self love felt from the goddess breath
The softest peck on my neck cut thru and scarred my flesh
Dead to rights resurrected my life now I'm marked for death
I saved sinners ate dinner with the architect
He put forth a challenge of my talents with this art I bless
I don't know the whole goal tho and it's hard to guess
The end game my pen stain rend maim carve and press
The fabric of the temporal balance shooting star expressed
A comet set upon a quest of prophets met with darkness yet
My heart accepts the harshest threats armored chest and sharpened edge
Splice Adams on the Eve of destruction leave the garden wrecked
Brujeria wicked wiccan cooking in the cauldron
Witches brew made from strange fruit down in Fulsome
Vultures are circling the remnants of the culture
Bodies of work rotten I burn them in the sulfur
I eye him like a Pisces when he is weak
He's been locked inside my heart-shaped box for weeks
He's been drawn into my magnet tar pit trap
I wish he could eat my cancer when I turn black
Rising down The legend of the fall of a manic
DMT and the PCP were causing a panic
Rebel Boom Trap I can hear the songs being chanted
Listen to my higher self sing with the shaman in Spanish
Making shadow puppets sweating sky walking and dancing
Tango with the serpent pray you don't get caught by the mantis
Brought to this planet and enslaved lost in Atlantis
1,000 leagues inside leviathan my father had vanished
To be a real man I took the plunge sought an advantage
Queequeg read the bones sit and talk to the phantoms
Entanglements with angels I'm the Quantum Mechanic
They say it's bullshit but I call it romantic
Brujeria wicked wiccan cooking in the cauldron
Witches brew made from strange fruit down in Fulsome
Vultures are circling the remnants of the culture
Bodies of work rotten and burning in the sulfur
She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black