60 Triangles-Killah Priest

[00:00.000] 作词 : Walter Reed [00:01.000] 作曲 : Walter Reed [00:06.895] I’m a cluster B personality through the galaxy [00:09.627] Luckily, reality is enough to see mentality [00:13.670] [00:14.370] I’m the anointed avoided [00:15.686] Twelve pointed [00:16.507] Black face look boyish [00:17.756] Outer space, you’re on my voyage [00:19.095] No trace of my origin [00:20.322] No race, no dates, no bosses [00:22.253] No place of employment [00:23.669] His case of appointment was around late August [00:26.317] Disappeared and fed the deers in a lake full of koi fish [00:29.062] Now all we hear is white noises [00:30.922] And I’m prepared to write all this [00:32.714] From day to night ’til I’m exhausted [00:34.506] I’m paranormal clairvoyance [00:36.406] Time travel portals I toy with [00:38.244] Rhymes channel immortals for enjoyment [00:40.094] The soulful antisocial Goku [00:42.243] And I’m old school [00:43.047] So cool I can fly my vocals to Pro Tools [00:45.820] I just simplify, there’s no rules [00:47.789] I just improvise how G.O.A.T.s do [00:49.689] My body of work is double jointed, bending all of the rules [00:52.518] Stretching the limits of science [00:54.708] Pulling all of the stops [00:56.424] My schedule’s flexible with [?], I guess I’m fit to be on top [01:00.068] My legs triangled in a box [01:01.759] My Star of David’s stellated [01:03.563] It carbonated then shape shift [01:05.308] Each point elongated weightless [01:07.403] From the [?] of sub Metu Neter [01:09.367] The edges extended to an icosahedron [01:11.597] Meditate eyes closed, I’m dreaming [01:14.159] Final shape dodecahedron [01:16.114] Time and place old mega regions [01:18.023] Back to Haitis, I chase the demons [01:19.817] Shovel for the devil, hope I see him [01:21.961] I seasoned the phoenix [01:23.723] Opened up God’s stove [01:24.852] Throw him in with a bunch of garlic cloves [01:26.957] Diabolic flows, demonic [?], psychotic [?] [01:30.866] Pick out the skull, cross bones, tombstones [01:34.619] I’m a god, my piss is the color of the sun, my eyes are moon tone [01:38.327] An empath with the pen and pad [01:39.999] My paragraph of the master class [01:42.069] I write like I deal with the arts and the magic craft [01:44.660] Acid tabs [01:45.831] It’s nothing left in my aftermath [01:47.707] Black mask, body bags, morphine, quarantine [01:51.373] They lift the illuminati flag [01:53.243] Narcissistic children and party dads [01:55.723] Mothers with attitudes, that’s cluster b [01:58.242] Complex PTSD [02:00.244] Poet in post control [02:01.923] Lack of empathy, no sympathy for the century ‘bout to explode [02:05.661] [02:06.375] I’m a cluster B personality through the galaxy [02:09.349] Luckily, reality is enough to see mentality