Every God (Prod. by MilesWild)

Yo what I spit, is like a thermonuclear cist/

Incandescent as tomb of jesus when he woke from the crypt/

You consider me everything, I'll be your every god/

Metal thick bars, like my skull, now come and dwell in the dark/

 

Da cage and craft, conjure water mass and spit a thought in black/

Blotted artist pens, that carve the zen to peak beneath the vast/

Seat of glass, that mirrors your past, reveal leakin avatars/

Reaper and a sentinel, my spirit leaps in memoirs/

 

A den of endless bars, I'm content for contenders/

Them heads'll get severed, for meddlin in veteran efforts/

Your head, a bed of lies, never present intelligent rhymes/

Residence of mind, a competitive elegant ride/

 

Like a radio, thoughts they part ablazed in a wavy flow/

Formed in my shady dome, home of the hades known/

Lost men, live under oceans like lady lochness/

The naughty Nessie, art if any, architect I rock with/

 

A heart of darkness, when I speak I bleed the sun out/

Lungs drown, when and will you believe in the run down/

Deteriorating inclination of all now/

Let my flaws out, sin is sudden set in all sounds/

 

Reconnect to seat of spirit--

Reconnect to seat of spirit--

 

The mastermind come in uncalcifyin a thousand eyes/

Soon as matter dies, we'll see the rendering afterlife/