Hannibal Lyrics

Click the pen, push paper, then

I send your click to Pennies Den

I represent the men who kill depression till they're heaven sent

Acetaminophen don't manifest hallucinations

That could paint the pictures of where I have been

Abuse these scripts again

I stick to plans and stick the landing

Sickest mind, you'll find it racing

Sink my teeth beneath your spine

It's sick for guys to find relation

Shit I've seen don't leave my prefront

Sit and scream, my mind plays reruns

See I'm fine, new blonde hair phenom

Stay inside and feed my green thumb

True happiness is to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future

Not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears, but to rest satisfied with what we have, which is sufficient

For he that is so, wants nothing

Start of my reign to convey the pain

With a grain of salt, they say I'm great

But I've known my fate from the days of late

As a young teenager with a slit on my veins

And a slit on my face, had a bitch on my waist

Just to keep me insane while I capture the game

Thing that's so tragic, my raps are like magic

No way to explain, I'm the new David Blaine

I cultivate rhymes like a farmer who's harvesting, feasting on grapes that were meant for the wine

Indulging in lines of my art for the profit, the seeds that I scrape are a scent so divine

I float in the sky for a slice of that pie

A moment of silence for those who must die

Promoting defiance, a tough hill to climb

But I go through the motions until I'm enshrined as the goat of my time

And they recognize Dyme as ahead of his time 'til the moment I die

And forever there-forth

Light up the sky like July on the fourth, a sign of support

If rap is a sport, then I'm dropping this track as my scouting report

I'm back on the court

If rap is a war, then this pen is my sword

And through it, recruiting, I'm packing my fort

Chrome four-five for the throne, gon' climb

And I've grown more Prime than a drone flown high

I'm a stones throw shy from a Golden Globe tie

'Tween Days of Our Lives and the Hamilton guy

I'll ride like Hannibal, hand on my sword

Mounting my horse then I charge into war

Poison myself, won't be taken alive

They grow so impatient for old men to die

Dante's Inferno eternally burning internally, turn of the tables most certainly

Quietly work it occurs to me, currently burrow and churning, it's deep down inside of me

Sodomy, silently sliding inside of her body, a sign of the sickness to come,

Autonomy, bodies are constantly dangled so endless 'til finally girls will feel numb