Microphone assassinate, meaning I strangle XLR’s I need a room but not to rent, I’ll be gone before the scents detected And so im emptying bottles, Keep the king crabs in a five gallon Home Depot bucket, Think back to where you want rap, these balladeers Get to gun-clappin, no not really They on some dumb ass shit, Like I give a fuck about snap-backs My aztecs bolas snap-back and clack, When they wrap the loop around your shoulders like a noose It’s the Ultimate Warrior Screaming live long and Fuck YOLO I wear a crown of thorns made from bitter brambles, Your auto-corrected bullshit Sound like Barry White singing soprano It aint right luckily I kill ‘em swift like a king cobra Stick-shift the 8ball, send em a memo as friends As darkness is setting in, you’re were open as if I was giving you hallucinogens What I speak on is random amble through this arkham homicidal Its hard to mention my name without its proper title Grandfather…the Incubus will grow inside you Mantis the voodoo child, born on the bayou They said you couldn’t find him Lurking like a spider in the lining With siamese connections to the afterlife Requires sacrifice mac the knife Fire pit grab the apple give ‘em poison capsules Blood drips at the azumeth The sun sets, but the moon it also rises like the undead Terrordome faces frozen like shrunken heads -- Injecting dirty krokodil… beats return headless Scheming like a jackal in an elephant graveyard Sorta like a king speaking to his ancestors Telling em be strong and leaving them with sang-froid Vaingloriously siphoning the spirits from the heavans “Taking heroism back to its fucking essence” Back to huffing methods, and traffiking deception Walk upstream blood hounds howl for blood letting again Microphone assassinate, meaning I strangle XLR’s I need a room but not to rent, I’ll be gone before the scents detected And so im emptying bottles, Keep the king crabs in a five gallon Home Depot bucket, Fukkit.. Im steady getting worked up over nothing While they talking hard and pantomining bout as hard as panty-liners Fantasizing that something riteous was happening They were talking ‘bout burning of bibles and riding dragons That’s some heavy metal shit for any rapper who aint Mantis You ain’t Mantis

You inject my poison want that dope up in your body, Body up in your body, up in your body You inject my poison want that dope up in your body, Moving, up in your body, up in your body You inject my poison want that dope up in your body Wanna travel, beyond that party rock on with the grandfather M-A-N, stressing in a second ok T-I-S’in blind and deaf then all the better, to impose my code ingested Yo mantis whats the problem? They aint really come to party They’re in bathroom getting nosebleeds while im puffin and passing OG Plucking diamonds off of gold teeth, you know im holding weight to really impress ya veins all your debts you must reclaim so You inject, want that flow up your mental proper balance like a sound system pumping out them decibels Brown bag corner corner puffing on that bora bora burning Lincoln’s pour a little something for them fallen soldiers - listen Infected muddy waters crystal methods of the father taking over your pains forgotten.. Break ya focus I swear I should’ve taken a pill like grown-ups Instead of milligram finessing I swear I should’ve blown up, but dime a dozen rappers powdered they nose up got on stage lost pantomiming sucked often and slow painfully Offed em so painlessly Lethal connection from the riverside injection Cruise the villas like im investing in and dealing with methamphetamines, But now yall tripping, I only rap and flip the evergreens How many rappers you know pack this kind of revelance Type of shit have a jazzman afghan bubbling Inject yourself, feel your soul rise above yourself, You’ve done some drugs but now you’re ready for that proper buzz I’m taking profits and reinvested in the art of elevating them pounds and transmitting to the outer realms You inject my poison want that dope up in your body, Body up in your body, up in your body You inject my poison want that dope up in your body, Moving, up in your body, up in your body

Orbiton a fell star composed of sound Reveal the tonics that heal like an alchemist Feel sonic vibration Elements of Spock fallen, And risen like a c-c-comet Put it right on down to where the scheming was Sickle cell anemia and anathema spreads The sycamores is jealous again Of the reach we got But I see each shot Farsight in the periscope with allegiance Even on the darkest night, illuminated Like astrologically signing the stars The stars screaming back at me like I’m a satellite So far in this perilous paradise Where bullets shine like peridots So naturally I cloak my mind my past unknown The cyber punk hero was bumping from the zygote The iron cloak descends Who am I, check the bible Delivering with a fine brogue that’s why I took the high road Ever since I wandered up to the mic forced to hold the thrones of many higher lords endorsed like Mike so of course they jealous They shooting the breeze in successive spirals Blind minstrel leads prime minister, again like Tiflis me But still I’ve got the soul of a million man march in me… -- You looking at me funny, it’s not my fucking problem Call up the hazmats this here is a not hobby People compare me to Manhattan Project The way I split bars is nothing short of godly Shadow Monks the Nazarene A bunch of drummers me and Tpops and Ale Were all in… and we are still… Orbiting a fell star composed of sound waves Reveal the tonics that heal like an alchemist Feel sonic vibration Elements of Spock fallen And risen like a c-c-comet You looking at me funny, it’s not my fucking problem Call up the bomb squad this here is a not hobby People compare me to kamikazes The way I spit bars takes me closer to godliness