Musashi Lyrics

I arose from my throne in the shadows of coming comets

Amid colosseum columns of stone, the lone prophet

I kick tones, eroding the tectonics

Noble sensei, techniques encoded in psionics

My katana composed of honed onyx

In my mind it's obsidian, glowing through blown chronic

Bionic adamantium bones, electronics

And a cerebellum home to adrenochrome tonic

And my soliloquy's sick, the raw liquidity drips

The laced lips with the taste of the bubonic

The most luscious of my touchstone sonnets

Even King Tutankhamun couldn't be reached for comment

There's no discussion, I crush those percussives

Drum kits whooping like bouts with pertussis

Without a doubt, the pound stays concussive

The ground splits, so drown in the sound

But don't rush it

I survived by the roll of the die

I read the tarot and it told me what Iscariot tried

Hattori Hanzo, stories of the legend arise

Now I'm living where that narrative flies

I walk soft with an uchigatana to stay frosty

Recommend that demons never accost me

The technique's told in the scroll of Musashi

So my mental mass shattered every volley they tossed me

From mellow to the molotov, all of it taught me

Too many fall to the tanto at top speed

But not me, I'm slayin' oni at Mach 3

Like Sekiro, I parry any blow cut across me

But somehow now I'm left with a half a home

Errant thoughts caught rattling in a scattered dome

Seed sown, so I reap the serotonin flow

Seep the baritone into the feedback of a microphone

Paint it black, it's the genesis of genomes

The brainstem chemist is kickin' with lone ketones

Look Professor, I don't need Cerebro

I'll jot in katakana in tomes to hone the ethos

Now look, I'm not a Corleone Vito

I just spit in monotones on binaural torpedoes

But I could snap six infinity stones

And de-exist every foe just by growin' my own mythos