[Verse 1: Croosh]
I have a certain Ora like phosphorus/
These rhyme schemed dreams stay monstrous/
Certain nightmares seep through my sub consciousness/
Honest, that this is easier than taking a piss/
With watermelon size kidney stones/
So it's not easy at all but I'm prone/
To just terrorize and cause traumatic events/
With no consent, I leave foes bent/
I'm who they resent, they still get on their knees and repent/
I damage their soul with no physical dent/
The typical mythical Clark Kent/
I'm who Zeus and the other Gods sent/
Just some raw rap scriptures to read off/
Feel free like jumping from the skyscraper B loft/
Off balance, weight shifts like see-saws/
Business enthusiast similar to my G-Pah/
(Hook)
(It's just... A haunting melody)
(Me & Ora create... A haunting melody)
(A quick pen brushes... A haunting melody)
What a perfect occasion for.. A haunting melody)
[Verse 2: Iron Ora]
Chopped like Paul Bunyan, flipped by the onion/
Spit the sh** to keep Emcees running/
Test trees, bless beats in my dungeon/
We press heat while you press bu*tons/
Stay dipped in the cut with a spliff lit/
Sound a** with your craft, kid I'm gifted/
Uplifted like I caught a spirit/
Motherf**ers don't listen but they oughta' hear it/
Most these cats tracks sound like they bought it clearance/
On point, never catch me at a court appearance/
Crate-digger writing rhymes that's more than searing/
Plate bigger cause I got a good appetite/
Fisher Price lines, spit into a plastic mic/
Thought you had the gift?, ain't (w)rap it right/
Ill magic every night like 32/
Little do they know the rap game is virtual/
(Hook)
(It's just... A haunting melody)
(Me & Croosh create... A haunting melody)
(A quick pen brushes... A haunting melody)
What a perfect occasion for.. A haunting melody)