Metallik Crow [SS]
๐ต 2155 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:34 duration
๐ ID: 11087895
๐ Lyrics
Drawing bloody ink from the jugular โ take calligraphic action
Higher magick, dream journalist, the writing's automatic
Hidden mechanics
Greet metallic smiles with nerves of iron,
I stay wired โ broad speaks, spits static
The Black Widow sleeps โ sharp knives under the pillow
When the wind blows, leaves mourn songs on weeping willows
Inaudible noise frequencies concealed in the joints
Travel needle-thin and acupuncture pressure points
I'm all grunge tapes, moody blues and gloomy Sundays
Bullet flows on verbal gunplay, word to my pun phase
Thoughts sit heavy โ lyrically show you what a ton weighs
Purple circular spots behind my eyes like I sun-gazed
Attached to mother-ship like Norman Bates
Twisted necks like circus tricks for you but the victims never wake
Common daily routines like a collective retracing of steps
Mentally dead, spiritually trying to connect
In musical notes hide the most cryptic of codes
Truth is a bitter pill and I medicate in generous doses
Negotiating with the appetite
The human herd bustle over turnstiles,
Concrete jungle hustle hostile
But there's nothing out here, dank alleys and beer
Heads are vacuum-sealed in trap cages, suspended in fear
I'm anti mind-control and chemical warfare
You devils can't touch; I'm like a djin-repelling salt sphere
Whose words multiply like microbes underneath the skin
Prone to capture gamma rays, gather energy and kill
On a whim, expanding like the universe, I'm Artemis
Begetting self in thought without an opposite, the irony
Is obvious but a broader definition's still to be found
Bias taints perceptions like a shroud of clouds
Step into my circus, I transform without a sound
Silhouette against the sun and make a crowd of frowning clowns
The kid's wild, rhyme style definitive, belligerent, militant
Known as hot-headed and the urge never diminishes
Recite the last script from a chest chamber, gaseous
When I blast it, packs the power of a black fist
Far from pacifist, imbalanced when I flex the wrist
Paper-bound like blood to ground how the page absorbs the ink
Leaving footprints on mindscapes that incubate my imprint
Every chosen path is mapped out different
Higher magick, dream journalist, the writing's automatic
Hidden mechanics
Greet metallic smiles with nerves of iron,
I stay wired โ broad speaks, spits static
The Black Widow sleeps โ sharp knives under the pillow
When the wind blows, leaves mourn songs on weeping willows
Inaudible noise frequencies concealed in the joints
Travel needle-thin and acupuncture pressure points
I'm all grunge tapes, moody blues and gloomy Sundays
Bullet flows on verbal gunplay, word to my pun phase
Thoughts sit heavy โ lyrically show you what a ton weighs
Purple circular spots behind my eyes like I sun-gazed
Attached to mother-ship like Norman Bates
Twisted necks like circus tricks for you but the victims never wake
Common daily routines like a collective retracing of steps
Mentally dead, spiritually trying to connect
In musical notes hide the most cryptic of codes
Truth is a bitter pill and I medicate in generous doses
Negotiating with the appetite
The human herd bustle over turnstiles,
Concrete jungle hustle hostile
But there's nothing out here, dank alleys and beer
Heads are vacuum-sealed in trap cages, suspended in fear
I'm anti mind-control and chemical warfare
You devils can't touch; I'm like a djin-repelling salt sphere
Whose words multiply like microbes underneath the skin
Prone to capture gamma rays, gather energy and kill
On a whim, expanding like the universe, I'm Artemis
Begetting self in thought without an opposite, the irony
Is obvious but a broader definition's still to be found
Bias taints perceptions like a shroud of clouds
Step into my circus, I transform without a sound
Silhouette against the sun and make a crowd of frowning clowns
The kid's wild, rhyme style definitive, belligerent, militant
Known as hot-headed and the urge never diminishes
Recite the last script from a chest chamber, gaseous
When I blast it, packs the power of a black fist
Far from pacifist, imbalanced when I flex the wrist
Paper-bound like blood to ground how the page absorbs the ink
Leaving footprints on mindscapes that incubate my imprint
Every chosen path is mapped out different
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.45] Drawing bloody ink from the jugular โ take calligraphic action
[00:26.30] Higher magick, dream journalist, the writing's automatic
[00:29.54] Hidden mechanics
[00:30.82] Greet metallic smiles with nerves of iron,
[00:32.97] I stay wired โ broad speaks, spits static
[00:35.32] The Black Widow sleeps โ sharp knives under the pillow
[00:38.24] When the wind blows, leaves mourn songs on weeping willows
[00:41.12] Inaudible noise frequencies concealed in the joints
[00:44.34] Travel needle-thin and acupuncture pressure points
[00:47.41] I'm all grunge tapes, moody blues and gloomy Sundays
[00:50.15] Bullet flows on verbal gunplay, word to my pun phase
[00:53.08] Thoughts sit heavy โ lyrically show you what a ton weighs
[00:56.20] Purple circular spots behind my eyes like I sun-gazed
[00:59.68] Attached to mother-ship like Norman Bates
[01:02.09] Twisted necks like circus tricks for you but the victims never wake
[01:05.16] Common daily routines like a collective retracing of steps
[01:08.34] Mentally dead, spiritually trying to connect
[01:11.29] In musical notes hide the most cryptic of codes
[01:14.14] Truth is a bitter pill and I medicate in generous doses
[01:17.02] Negotiating with the appetite
[01:19.19] The human herd bustle over turnstiles,
[01:21.25] Concrete jungle hustle hostile
[01:23.33] But there's nothing out here, dank alleys and beer
[01:26.23] Heads are vacuum-sealed in trap cages, suspended in fear
[01:29.14] I'm anti mind-control and chemical warfare
[01:31.88] You devils can't touch; I'm like a djin-repelling salt sphere
[01:35.25] Whose words multiply like microbes underneath the skin
[01:38.19] Prone to capture gamma rays, gather energy and kill
[01:41.04] On a whim, expanding like the universe, I'm Artemis
[01:44.24] Begetting self in thought without an opposite, the irony
[01:47.19] Is obvious but a broader definition's still to be found
[01:50.19] Bias taints perceptions like a shroud of clouds
[01:53.25] Step into my circus, I transform without a sound
[01:55.65] Silhouette against the sun and make a crowd of frowning clowns
[01:58.61] The kid's wild, rhyme style definitive, belligerent, militant
[02:01.73] Known as hot-headed and the urge never diminishes
[02:05.26] Recite the last script from a chest chamber, gaseous
[02:08.15] When I blast it, packs the power of a black fist
[02:11.35] Far from pacifist, imbalanced when I flex the wrist
[02:14.70] Paper-bound like blood to ground how the page absorbs the ink
[02:17.67] Leaving footprints on mindscapes that incubate my imprint
[02:20.71] Every chosen path is mapped out different
[02:29.79]
[00:26.30] Higher magick, dream journalist, the writing's automatic
[00:29.54] Hidden mechanics
[00:30.82] Greet metallic smiles with nerves of iron,
[00:32.97] I stay wired โ broad speaks, spits static
[00:35.32] The Black Widow sleeps โ sharp knives under the pillow
[00:38.24] When the wind blows, leaves mourn songs on weeping willows
[00:41.12] Inaudible noise frequencies concealed in the joints
[00:44.34] Travel needle-thin and acupuncture pressure points
[00:47.41] I'm all grunge tapes, moody blues and gloomy Sundays
[00:50.15] Bullet flows on verbal gunplay, word to my pun phase
[00:53.08] Thoughts sit heavy โ lyrically show you what a ton weighs
[00:56.20] Purple circular spots behind my eyes like I sun-gazed
[00:59.68] Attached to mother-ship like Norman Bates
[01:02.09] Twisted necks like circus tricks for you but the victims never wake
[01:05.16] Common daily routines like a collective retracing of steps
[01:08.34] Mentally dead, spiritually trying to connect
[01:11.29] In musical notes hide the most cryptic of codes
[01:14.14] Truth is a bitter pill and I medicate in generous doses
[01:17.02] Negotiating with the appetite
[01:19.19] The human herd bustle over turnstiles,
[01:21.25] Concrete jungle hustle hostile
[01:23.33] But there's nothing out here, dank alleys and beer
[01:26.23] Heads are vacuum-sealed in trap cages, suspended in fear
[01:29.14] I'm anti mind-control and chemical warfare
[01:31.88] You devils can't touch; I'm like a djin-repelling salt sphere
[01:35.25] Whose words multiply like microbes underneath the skin
[01:38.19] Prone to capture gamma rays, gather energy and kill
[01:41.04] On a whim, expanding like the universe, I'm Artemis
[01:44.24] Begetting self in thought without an opposite, the irony
[01:47.19] Is obvious but a broader definition's still to be found
[01:50.19] Bias taints perceptions like a shroud of clouds
[01:53.25] Step into my circus, I transform without a sound
[01:55.65] Silhouette against the sun and make a crowd of frowning clowns
[01:58.61] The kid's wild, rhyme style definitive, belligerent, militant
[02:01.73] Known as hot-headed and the urge never diminishes
[02:05.26] Recite the last script from a chest chamber, gaseous
[02:08.15] When I blast it, packs the power of a black fist
[02:11.35] Far from pacifist, imbalanced when I flex the wrist
[02:14.70] Paper-bound like blood to ground how the page absorbs the ink
[02:17.67] Leaving footprints on mindscapes that incubate my imprint
[02:20.71] Every chosen path is mapped out different
[02:29.79]