Illyrian Helmet

Extraterrestrial getaway, primates needing brain checks

Coliseum snaps, solar flares til the planes wreck

Hauling bulk, dismantle all adversaries

You could weigh tenfold, still mouth-jumping like mercenaries in a prairie

I’m the manual, definition? Better steer from me

Soft rappers meet ground rituals and catch microbial debris

And I’m the airborne crooner gliding free

Whole meals be the clean elixir, the slop

They serving better labelled as blatant villainy

Like Eden, the elite dig claws in terrain

If rulers kept honor tight, like they holding onto they gains

Then the people wouldn’t drift from theatrical fakes

Forget some fast “I’m on it,” I’d rather set it straight

By divinity's name, we bring day to the snake

While I stepped back, the globe kept spinning

This seer is still rising with his winning

And the crowds mind erase themselves

I found grace in locked volumes, searching through the shelves

I’ve met people with the heart of a tiger

Who heed divine like a prophet, or throw down like ancient fighters

So hear this loud, to them walking the trail behind ya

Don’t judge a title’s paint, lest the tint start to blind ya

Don’t let the liar define ya, or finesse you like sharp players

Take prizes home, poison vapers, league of self made vein invaders

That adrenal pitch, the heralded sick spokesman for rainbow creeds

Chanting loud, “I’m off the leash,” this doctrine, go ahead and read

Where them badges at in avenues? Writing meter fines

If they ain’t on patrol, they devour pastries like it’s dinnertime

With silence over crimes of violence

I’d bet these lazy cops sit idle, eyeing perfect timing

Forget CSIS, RCMP, scrap all that together

You scramble the legacy of northern fire, now that’s a tangled sweater

We drag carpets from your circle, coat em in pitch?

Nah, we braving this, rain or not, you catching this shit