HOMO (phonic)
• Written by Kalligraphy
Kalligraphy's Notes
Mass'll kiss= masochist
For a pittance = for repentance
He brew = Hebrew (obviously)
Hold a culture = horticulture
He'll lose shins = illusions
Car doors = corridor
"I blew these cow skulls of lapis lazuli" = blew = blue (lapis is blue).
Wild West imagery.
Chromes= guns or google chrome
Yeah, I go by the name of Kalligraphy
I got a little experiment I wanna try
Little homophone actions alright? Here we go
Hey, not the hay as for horse, but my voice as hoarse
Vocal cords break like slammed car doors, brakes down like your foot’s on it
Through the corridors, a hall way going all ways
Two floors too, floral pedals on top of metal petals
Like the beyond the horizon, you can’t see me
If you can’t sea it’s cuz your watered down to easily
How can I be righteous through my writes, rites?
Eyes see the sights, bad images on the sites
But you gonna label me a fool, gotta present the cites
Cuz you ain’t breaking down my peace, I stack it piece by piece
At least you can see the pain in my life’s lease
I blew these cow skulls of lapis lazuli
Stormed the palace at night with savage knights
Leave without a scent, obtained many cents
Bend over the curve, hypocrites made a verse bent
I like the pain cuz I know the mass’ll kiss
Slash the wrist of the baddest crip, bleed blue
But the seed grew like a crippled fool
Yall cannot farm, you can’t hold a culture
You got fire wings, I snipe all vultures
I turn many soldiers to fight against the poles
But when the poor play a pivotal role in shooting chromes
We only search them, welcome to the terror dome
Watch where you step cuz he’ll lose shins
It’s a tactic by the devil called an illusion
I know cats who be serious and never kiddin’
They don’t get perturbed over another’s riddance
That’s why we all gotta strive for a pittance
It goes both ways, either die or repentance
He brew too much poison, his one body got exploited
Even if you Hebrew, our blood is still corrosive
When the choir chants you can’t acquire a soul
Only yours stays seamed, or so that seems
Either take the devil by his reins
Make his blood rain in the holy water lake
Make sure he does not rain, not like the water
More like the reign that happens after a dad dies and his daughter
Now reigns over the palace, pal it’s raining slaughter
Cuz no one brought her to drink a chalice of the martyrs
And realize their real eyes that have been pottered
