Buddha Stoops - Vader's Demise lyrics

[Verse 1: Trippy Tyler Tell em all at the opera, they ought'a watch for the phantom of chakras Mandible cannon that'll, blow all your thoughts up, cannabis chopped up, five feet of smoke its your lugs that you cough up Young Frank Sinatra, but no Logic, if you throw yours I'll harm it, carnivore it, rip apart sh** Take caution when you rock this, might get your feeling hurt just like my moms did when I told her I got kicked out of school waiting for her comment, was like waiting for a world ending comet, f** See, Lyrically I'm fit, spiritually I be lit of this sh** that I'm, Chiefin' like and Indian Watching these critics in my peripheral vision I envision them in collisions with black holes to throw em in other dimensions So much smoke in the room its out of commission, my mission is gettin' people to listen, when I'm transmittin' my lyrics they just, stiffin' up like the work of morticians So don't, pay attention the sh** I'm spittin' is hella different, this pen is vicious Charles Manson composition My verses like ear prescriptions, you heard it then were addicted I'm swervin' at birds I'm so lifted I promise this sh** ain't never endin' its just, repeatin' beginnin's [Verse 2: Illuminatic] f**, that, sh** You see Y'all want original, unidentical I want subliminal, picture the pinnacle penmanship in this indigo individual Most want to reject me, few want to respect me, probably cause the color of my skin needs second checking You're a solid wall and I'm the f**ing ball for wrecking, spit what I want n***a f** what y'all expecting Voices in the head damn nexus still ain't resting, probably my conscious testing my mind to keep things interesting My words are undigesting, but I need to keep peace with these demons I'm erecting Spit more f**ing truth than the man you're re-electing, never gave a f** to wonder what the rest are thinking 3rd eye open and the f**er never blinking f** you and your, ignorant way of thinking