Cardiak - The Oracle lyrics

[Intro]: (Yeah, Chrome) (Whatever you want to listen to) [Verse I]: Cities of the finest built from the ground to the highest peaks The perfect neighbourhood, everyone listens when the youngest speaks Not denying the truth or their valiant efforts Not turning down what he was made for or what he desperately seeks Instead given the best support and plentiful choices to make Although this decision makes enormous room for other mistakes to sit in their place Whether they can be remade, filled or fitted in Truth be told I bet only half a person wants to listen in The Devil can turn even the sweetest soul sour Searching to feed lust, or to define power Whatever method wishes to conquer and elevate everyone inside out It will succeed, in this I have no doubt Ranging from that of the most innocent soul, a heart of gold, a brain of a mastermind in due time I will fall and hit the ground harder than ever Due to my physicality this will be one of my last endeavours [Hook]: Not every single verse will be the smoothest I've ever written Not every word, syllable, attitude or trait will ever fit in My people and myself will never be forever forlorn The last thing I want on this Earth is to be physically adorned I'm happy with my figure, my faiths and beliefs One day we will be cured of issues and the largest held griefs Although the cure will be extravagantly hard to find I will find it it's all in due time [Verse II]: You had the most advantages but took the most disappointing decisions Never chose to survive and work on your financial division Not living in the richest cities possibly offered to you Still stuck in a hole, don't know what to do What are you doing? waiting for a magic wish to come along? With your work ethic by the time you did anything it would have come and gone Decisions to make, cakes to bake, places to go By the way, why did you think I would sell the mixtape? It's no good anyway Back to the topic not trying to turn this away He made fine judgements before his dreams faded away Locked in his tomb with a coffin and three thousand kilos of gold The myth is foretold, this power in this case everything new grows old Stop sh** talking, no one wants to hear you swinging and slamming about somebody else's life! Sorry man, you know I have to think twice But I'll see you in the best city of gold, El Dorado, Tenochtitlan, or on the front cover of Vogue [Hook]