The Catacombs

Conviction, kickin rythm with musicians, mushroom visions

Self efficient, fishing for a fresh emcee

With position syllable addiction to addition of the friction

Don't you trip the benefits will mic check my etiquette

Thinking critical I call it quits I'm cynical

Cater to the culture though, casual the kid is cold

Shackled to my pen and pad a dusty bag of bones

With cadence deep from the crevice's in the catacombs

My dome will season flavor with my style through my trials

Tell a tale when all else fails, of dreams and of denial

Imagine passion antics or gigantic antidotes