Where Did I Go-String Theory

[00:10.26]Formless figures in this dark abyss spawned with fingers [00:13.37]Born as diggers in this caustic mist the primordial triggers [00:16.19]From prime audio spinners to spitters to hoards of disks [00:18.70]To cosmic rifts just to keep an audience drawn with bliss [00:21.34]It begins through an infant galaxy's prevailing arms [00:23.98]Making songs with forces formulating covalent bonds [00:26.61]From a race that’s now erased and gone [00:28.91]And the eclectic yet neglected dialectic of these ancient psalms [00:31.66]He rose with prose before this sea of natives raised their arms and chose [00:34.97]The latest cars and clothes to weigh their cons and pros [00:38.11]And after all the hecklers of this rhyme craft [00:40.04]He still exhales the echoes of a time past and knows that though [00:42.65]This battered game is just a shadow of its former greatness [00:45.37]This ain't a battle just to scorn the fake **** we take it [00:48.30]From the dormant pawns that forfeit skill as they move through [00:50.72]To orbits that keep it real as they used to word bond [00:53.42] [00:53.86]A former shell of what it used to be [00:54.75]You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me [00:57.41]Distorted tales of where these moves could lead [01:00.18]The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe [01:02.77](2x) [01:13.63] [01:13.87]She knows she's using her last paint brush smeared lipstick [01:16.69]Mixed in her MAC makeup to mask the last break up the past [01:19.46]This glass makes up for fashion panties yanked up her ass [01:22.33]This fast famous with class that crash and always laugh before destruction [01:25.57]Pure function that would ignore corruption but now it's poor production [01:28.73]Yearning more consumption right before she ****s him [01:31.08]She blasts his music really loud as the chorus t****s [01:34.04]In her soulless eyes a faint description of what she holds inside [01:36.02]Obsessed her estrogen is wetter than forest stream [01:38.50]Her medicine's like Claritin Excedrin and ******** [01:41.01]It's nothing new her ***** spreads like it’s a quarantine [01:43.88]A plague to force a scheme unto its death or to a dormant dream [01:46.60]Another up and coming rapper with a morbid theme [01:49.19]Who wants to shine like an aurora beam and put on for his team [01:51.93]Such an allure to take a bad step her soul purpose [01:54.62]To explicitly purchase his soul 'til his last breath [01:57.23] [01:57.89]A former shell of what it used to be [01:59.04]You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me [02:01.33]Distorted tales of where these moves could lead [02:04.00]The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe [02:06.69](2x) [02:18.39] [02:18.76]Yo the Sharpie glisten so park it you gotta listen [02:21.11]I'm not a Christian but ****'s been awfully gifted and so oddly lifted [02:24.14]That the starship's sitting side ways it sees it my way [02:26.39]The scripts the notes the first drafts and the colorful rhyme play [02:29.10]Observe it perfectly poetic and immersive [02:31.56]You hearing it one time and reminded later in first person [02:34.40]That's my word son sentence and punctuation these youngins hating [02:38.04]And stating fallacy and I don't feel up to wasting hard work [02:39.71]Cause being broke could make the stomach hurt [02:43.21]But starvation still ain't enough to make me wanna twerk and yo [02:45.79]Dudes fake and flirt with lakes of skirts but I [02:47.94]Relate from birth to death with rhymes that shake the earth [02:50.68]See I need this you bleed this overstand it how I sees this [02:53.08]It's like the truest love useless bunch you ain't even needed [02:55.83]You breathing my breaths I could be using to relieve the stress [02:58.57]The key is less more only ensures the game is death I miss how this used to be [03:02.41] [03:11.71]A former shell of what it used to be [03:13.14]You swore it well but torn and frail is what it proves for me [03:15.99]Distorted tales of where these moves could lead [03:18.97]The stories tell the more it fell the more its roots could breathe [03:21.40](2x)