Polybius Lyrics

I'm destructive, selfish, that's it, real shit, with a fucked sense of justice, fuck it

When I'm handling the pain, my back, that fact, that's a real sense of strain

I feel like I'm self-righteous: I want everything I want, even if I know it's wrong,

Dealing with it on my own, even if it's on the phone, processing the details about it

Polybius, no, it, doesn't exist

It's a fake, it's a false, it's a myth

In your grasp, round the corner, round fifth

You can't lose it if you never had it

Been preaching the problem, you're starting to answer

Stuck to the blueprint, stuck with the planner

I'm simply constructed in an alternate manner

She screaming my name like I'm Cobra Commander

(COBRA!)

Motherfuckers yapping, sick of banter

Now it's time to get to action with a hammer

Melee right now, later we gon get detached, huh

Heart Paulsen, bout to throw the hatchet

Spread you even, swear your sickle was a bread knife (damn)

91, fuck color wine ensign (damn)

Maroon 5 wouldn't fuck with a rose life (damn)

Pierce through, turn a headshot to a red stripe (damn)

Think I'm fucking up everything

Feel surrounded by enemies

Ego down, you irrelevant

Think you out of your element

Fire, air, water, earth, I been bending like Iyengar

Cap you inside of a bottle, killing weeds like I'm vinegar

Beyond Bruce Wayne's dog's named Ace

Keeping sharp around me like my suits got spades

Staying pressed, black and white, when I gotta show face

Shoes rode upon a pale horse, death means laced

White Air Force, scuffing on the side like the plague

Gonna lose your sole, to a lick of the page

No matter how you win, giving up, giving in

Cause the house always wins at the end of the day

Heel boy, you stupid little bitch, huh?

You better fucking listen when I say to sit, huh?

You think you're clever, gonna pull a couple tricks, huh?

She cut though, thought my armor was thick, huh?

Used to be a diss track, (I'm better than that)

Try and take my necklace, (I'm better than that)

Encroaching on my land mass, (I'm better than that)

Used to think I'm less than you, (I'm better than that)

Where's your clock? Where's your watch? What's the time right now?

Where's your clock? Where's your watch? What's the plan then, pal?

I will take my shit back, thanks for that, bitch

Don't you ever try to run that back

(damn)

I got two on wrists, I got one on my neck

I got two on wrists, one more on my neck, let's go