[Verse One]   You replicas overlooking the guidelines of acoustics   Miserable attempts result in miserable conclusions   Paragon pen dragon tactician on freeform   Then a comfortable silence try to combat cliques   That unexpected Sephotus cyclone shifts   Worked up you're shooken, jetted to the side   I stagger this vagabond wondering menstrual forms of phobia   Worst fear the terrace stricken muted   The roots of all evil I've rooted pinnacle   Poised with pride pouncing to break your stride, forsaken   Agony rides inside the heartache wretched condition   My intuition felt you slip up   You tripped alone what are you aiming for?   Or do you sus tries to classify your genus, distorted fetus   Evolve, type unsolved, you lack the malediction   Malleable martyrs get molded, then folded under pressure   Thou perceives a slaughter suspension   Bridge over troubled water drown, sound study intensive   My square drops two erasing lines like tetris   Relentless agent hush horrendous circles on my pavement   Two sticks to burn basics the lie adjacent to my placement   On the game board, lunge forward and wind-up impaled by the same sword   Choose your weapon, stains splattered upon your flag   Taturag shielding the exterior inferior   Stall face to face with a forms that force your downfall   Admittedly suspicious, a decadence, your network's on hiatus   Permanent, provoked and choked upon the potency   The parrow be the penetrating agent pierce the insides   Why the cold sweats at midnight? Why the dim light?   Why are we staring at a true from the inside?   Why the pen slide with vigor on a put down?   Like while I put my foot down stomp your city   A-E-S-O-P scoping through the bur, opening minds behind the smirks      [Verse Two]   I've seen misery, I've seen disgust dust ridden ruins   Iron clad oracle test three COM unit disperse silently   Over confidence leads to irony   Plot twist full hardy Icarus shifted in facets of my form   Forbidden aspects of the swarm a thorn upon your side   A storm upon the rise, Adam, I or crush come brush upon the red zone   Crook you're shook you started poorly   Your powers parted pace uncharted territory   Disoriented malicious god you'll burn your bridges   This craft requires first drafts   Graphs, gritted blueprints of nemesis perimeter   Hunting by night compute, twenty one mic salute   One life polluted, concerned muffle moans   From the nine rings of Donnie's hell burn you in your slumber   Sleepwalk then pulled under now   Whipping through the willows is the warden of this garden   Slipping through the silhouetted skylines Aesop sidewinds jaded   Don't wind up war painted into the jungle the solution's not intrusion   The starving institution broke your main frame   I pose the question, are these waiting games worth it or worthless?   While I comb the crowd for clues your nyebony hands be my purpose   Our planet is the pivotal point   In which this network slowly turns to filter kicks   We out-box the berserk bewildered by the wilderness   My clench is frantic clutch manners falling through underbrush   Touch fools that duel with a dominant   The evil-minded tried to triple six me but he missed me   Intervene; emcees appear as red blips on my color radar screen