To the window, walls of the circus
In crescendo crawl to the surface
Finna get on and off axis
Off balance in trance and contrasting
Read the dot that stop on the line
Intertwined with emerald rock on the crown
Stick a match in a sycophant now he lighting up
Flip the stance into praying mantis and bite the dust
This that righteous combat mic sh**
On that subliminal compact brightness
Tacit possessive reflection slept in the effigy
As the progressive ascension kept it from pedigree
Animus, put a man in abandonment and he vanishes
Like lambs in them parishes, landed in banishment
Who puts the worms in the hook and words in the book
Oh the trickery stink of disguise
Stick to skies, maybe you fly
Like Icarus slip from Sun ligament
Some think they'd run quick when gun trigger spit
Always seem to set one switch that come a trick
I ain't ever kept one itch that come with a fix
Broke into pieces shattered
Matter stick to the feet of the ladder
Finna climb up stay three steps ahead sh**
Till the time up to reset the mechanist
What it denote
Everything got sequels
What you see might be what you need might mean what you be is it equal
Stole position and got caught
Out of touch with the fiction it's not thought
Ring round the myriad aspects
Arm,leg, leg arm head let arms rest
And, been around ground still around now
Surround sound in drowned fountain of found vows