Tesseract

(альбом: ThreeSixNine - 2019)

My lyrics are sublime
There's hidden messages and secret riddles in my rhymes
Everything we know, is litterally a lie
I'll stick your brain inside a jar
I'm pickeling your mind

My lyrics are sublime
There's hidden messages and secret riddles in my rhymes
Everything we know, is litterally a lie
I'll stick your brain inside a jar
I'm pickeling your mind

Truth hurts so I speak straight gruesome
Everywhere I look, I see strange mutants
Syntethic beings, free range humans
Don't believe the lies you need to see straight through them
Truth hurts so I speak straight gruesome
I don't obey the laws no I make new ones
Everywhere I look, I see fake illusions
Big up all my entities cause we make movements
The powers in control they need to stop the lying
I'm sick to death, everyone is fucking dying
This space inside your brain is what they're occupying
You need to come to terms with it and stop denying it
I know it's horrofying shit, there's lots of scientists making toxic virusis
Reality is demonic, God's a lying prick
Humanity is evil why the fuck do I exist?
Death is an illusion, don't be so delusional
I'm angry when I'm happy and I celebrate at funerals
I'm strange, you know I'm so unusual I read in hieroglyphics and I count in roman numerals
You know my flow is beautiful, it's controversial
You know that isn't suitable
I don't do heroine, I don't do coke in cubicles
I'm taking magic mushrooms and smoking loads of zoots and all
I'm just talking truth, I give 'em clever facts
But now I'm being followed by the men in black
This consciousness illusion grid we're trapped in is just a holographic simulation in a tessaract
When I bless a track, that's when the magic happens
I spit flames, massive dragons
I'm throwing lightening bolts, jagged patterns
I'll disintegrate your skeleton and crack your atoms