from the days of esau, can't unsee the things that we saw / the key and the lock, and we are the lot of enoch / we walk, grippin’ the illuminating torch of wisdom / we talk, slippin’ it within the glitches of the system / this bitches brew is witch's food, there's a thin line between out of body & out of your mind, which are you? / i exist beyond the shadowlands, picture proof / it's not difficult, to switch it up to mystical / just let go of ego, and sever the residuals / good & evil's dead, it's just the clever & the imbeciles / all that's left when you cease to draw breath / is just the sweet peace of release, or the stressed mess of duress / and the rest is bless-ed dust, just floating in the ethers / a sub-atomic exodus of love and cosmic features / collectively been suffering the consequence, ever since nonsense was planted at the roots of truth & common sense /
do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the law /
but the holes of the soul are filled with mold and manure / we're living in loops & it goes back to before... [2 times]
our souls are entangled, growth is strangled, choked and mangled / the cold hand sold you the rope on credit in hopes to hang you / the man in black appears handsome / but beneath the paper thin veneer of painted appearance, there's something rancid / chances are, we've paid for the last dance in advance / the courtesan was cordial & we never stood a chance / must've been the loaded dice / the stakes were high, mistakes are mine, folded when i rolled against a poltergeist / bugged out and exploding eyes behold the guise / my whole world is flat, an origami globe i hold and fold the sides / it's no surprise though, nope, not really / used to be a bleeding heart, then nope, stopped feeling / sorry if i'm caustic, i'd like to say i'm lost within the gnostics, but i probably just lost it / i am a wall, built from aging flesh & aching bones / take these poems, humbly gathered from ancient tomes & make it home.
do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the law /
but the holes of the soul are filled with mold and manure / we're living in loops & it goes back to before...
The latest release from D.C. rapper Tef Wesley, featuring Grussle on production. Hard beats and tough rhymes that evoke 1990s hip-hop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2016