[Verse 1: Hitman-X]
Mystical states happy the face starting to wave taking new shape
Shifted in rage normal the same
Running for days quiet insane need to escape
Wash it away clean up your face pockets of green, filthy disgraced
Worthy of change, broken ashamed, turning away, stick around
Hit the grounds h*mos aroused rousing in house casual crowds
Chasing them out, target the crowns, sparking out loud
Close to the ground digging deep down
Climbing on out dusty and proud
Moving forward no reward last resort circuits to short
Sustaining report controlling such forced
Those ancient souls informed, known in a zone time to hone
Lifted hold, harnessed glow, rising soul above the globe
Secret shows years in the fold cold and alone happy your home
Unanswered phones fantasy prone listening shown
Used to its advantage inducing panic
Abuse the manic nested havoc tempted ravished
Happy to have it hands for the smashing, equally dislike
Completely lost in the world, secretly alike!
Believe till you're deeply defeated and repeated
To reciting verses, illustration of example off from curses
My causation, causes actions of bad act like a stratified sample
Yea!
[Hook: Hitman-X]
If I save time, when do I get it back?
I find myself laying my rhyme in the track
I've got to sit down and work out where I stand
I still hold it down, don't frown you never know
Who is falling in love with your crown
(Welcome To My House)
[Verse 2: WATM]