Professor Marvel Lyrics

Professor Marvel never guesses, he knows

Now why are you running away

No, no, no, don't tell me

They don't understand you at home

They don't appreciate you either

You want to see other lands, big cities, big mountains, big oceans

Why, it's just like you could read what was inside of me

Yes

Doing dirt in the trenches

Jump the curb with my henchmen

While yall sitting on the benches

We fucking go relentless

Pistol whipping is my preference

But I slap the clip in, in a second

Stairway to hell we trekking

Farewell to the ones that I'm wrecking

Someone call in the detective

No evidence is present when I'm leaving a present

Look at you, all I see is a peasant

My heart is cold, and nah, it ain't pleasant

Nah, it ain't pleasant

I was destined to do dirt like a dustpan

You think those your homies, you shouldn't trust them

Stretching it, ten toes down, and I touch them

Overdose from the pills when I crushed them

Who the fuck you talking to

I leave the chalk round you

Walk around, there'll be no round two

Decayed when they found you

Bound by a wood tomb

Sacrificed you in the blood moon

Bring a flood to your slums

Lint in the pocket of a bum

Flicked the lighter with my thumb

Burn it all down, I'm on one

Fuck it, think I'll take two

I'll take your shit, leave your face blue

Take your bitch cause she tasteful

Have her with a face full

Ain't just talking good food

Ate that pussy left her in a good mood

Roaming the hood, keep a pistol

.357 sending missles

Ammo keep a fist full

Misfit feeling misused

She said, ooh

I like the light on your wrist moving

Feeling blissful

But I see my face, looking in the crystal

Well, uh

I never do anything without consulting my crystal first

But let's go inside here

We'll, uh, let's come along

I'll show you

Right here

Sit right down here

That's it

This, uh, this is the same genuine, magic, authentic crystal

used by the priests of Isis and Osiris in the days of the pharaohs of Egypt

In which Cleopatra first saw the approach of Julius Caesar and Mark Antony

And, uh, and so on and so on

Now, uh, you, uh, you'd better close your eyes, my child, for a moment

in order to be better in tune with the infinite