Blue Sphere's Renegade[Verse 3 l...

Verse 1

The sour sub-par substandard black cloud on the sky now,

How? Karma's a bitch, COVID gonna sandwich you anyhow,

People get a bang outta' caged parrot, disallowed to fly bruh,

You feel blue? Well I'm gonna speak your tarot tho',

cold fish having a time seeing stadium of aquarium,

now witnessing nature's repulse of annihilation of planetarium,

weight of demolition 'cause of barbarian can't be expressed in merriam,

call it god, call it nature, call it scientific or call yourself an atheist,

repercussions gonna be the deadliest, maybe just craziest,

Radiant homosapien have you ever gave second thought?

while abusing, ain't musing and killin' animals, their eyes filled with fraught,

wildlife smuggling, juggling with struggling mother nature being caught,

slickety slingshot sway on your head and it ain't a gravity shot,

stains of blood clot gonna remain hot that you jot down the lesson taught

we were the chimpanzee fighting in the woods I'm truth confessin' bot,

ain't being a blot, try to get me homie what I mean is not a blind spot

 

Hook

Blue sphere's renegade, flowing like a cascade

stomping mom with parade, oh dad! save me I'm afraid

These type of people are Lucifer's shade,

but okay I'm gonna carry this crusade,

com'on nigga unite in my brigade, before bling bling people slave trade,

this is a man-made mislaid, stand with me we gonna be the medicaid

only way to evade mother nature's degrade,

let's get braided into mom's brocade, let's eliminate this raid,

let's regenerate a happy face that never fades.

 

Verse 2

The situation today is globe being damnation, nature doin' your castration,

praise your own cremation, for commitin' blunder outta frustration,

this all ain't a dictation but a narration with all peace and elation,

smoky air from the factory, poky vibe and y'all keeping lowkey,

bogey misanthropy y'all gonna die choky, world ain't gonna be lonely,

there are few better homie like peace loving yogi,

ain't no place for the lowly satanist, let's not be the fatalist,

we can shape our destiny to make a world a better place,

that will be the red letter day, "The End of Unholy" in black letter case,

Never chase upper crust face, like a rat racing into it's base,

if they gonna be the King, we're the ace, jack of all trade,

gaia's renegade running like headless chicken of MacDonald's kitchen?

not hocus-pocus bring something into focus like Scotland's fiction,

be a green prairie fairy not a locus of nature's important eviction,

givin' prediction not a fortune teller I'm just informant diction,

not after dime like Rockerfeller, listen this all my formant benediction

 

Hook

Blue Sphere's renegade, flowing like a cascade

stomping mom with parade, oh dad! save me I'm afraid

These type of people are Lucifer's shade,

but okay I'm gonna carry this crusade,

com'on nigga unite in my brigade, before bling bling people slave trade,

this is a man-made mislaid, stand with me we gonna be the medicaid

only way to evade mother nature's degrade,

let's get braided into mom's brocade, let's eliminate this raid,

let's regenerate a happy face that never fades.