Granderson - Arches lyrics

[Verse 1: Granderson] Listening in on the first most secret of the third world Keep economy on the influx and curl Write a mural, to yourself for rea**ural Might need it twice at once so make it plural On the double, invade a persons bubble Until their personalities in rubble Curb stomp the rest, til they d**h, don't make it subtle Engineer fear from the doors of a shuttle Don't rebu*tal, or I might rebuke, refuse to take your statement But I might reuse, the context for the re-asons Of a night reroot, rewire the pa**ion now you get the booth Cinema, begins the dilemma, of the moral complex Cuz the sin in Ma Pa, and the rest of the pack indicated by the scars on my paws Claws retracted, civil war reenactment, the context was the worst for the fascist Sashes, MASH is the only way I can look at cash straight While I castrate Castro for ghastly crimes against humanity on the casual Metal mold is malleable Days I've spent non tally-able Milly rocking, molly whooping, all you ever need is Stalin Stalling out at the peak of the reach Preachers climax at the feet of the meek Eye upon at the back of his head cuz he seek The one thing his religion frowns upon at this week He reeks, of an honest immodesty Probing in on the morals of the next big prodigy I'm your protégé, prototyping proctor Practically prioritizing the n***as on the saucer Flying anonymously, call me unidentified Till I get shot down cause my race, call me gentrified Genocide is a product of my genders mind Generations of gashing out the gills of guys Guillotine gutting the greatest, mucky waters grime Grouched till he's out, till he's tapped out the end of time I'm in a redux, pa**ing through memories of my uncle's nunchuck f**ery Tuck inside a rosary Rosay and mustard seeds Will.I.Am and "Ima Be" Off brand food stamp sorcery Cuz at this point I'd trade an arm for a leg Scratch that I really meant somebody's harm for a keg To drown out the roots of my inspiration Fuzzy dreams memories trapped in desperation I'm reaching out to the outer rim kin I need a saint, like that son of Kim Criss-cross Kris like "there's no ruby in this" Satellite flight, switching from Comcast to dish Dine fine wine, like I'm Scientology's fish Miss matched oil pills, it's either a hit or a miss Oblivious, dubious because I'm ignoring ignorances bliss Ima kiss, away from the imperfections of the flawless few Linking up Lincoln Park, LinkedIn with a lawless lute Fiddle with riddle jams, folk lore with a high pitched flute Knuckle up or simmer down, trashy a** goes down the chute Law and Order 4th rerun, clashing clans inside Kente's coupe Subaru in midnight blue, snacking up all high in low fructose Or in slow motion, half y'all will read into the message others won't get the notion n***as still asking "yo what's your prerogative?" Jogging through my summer home; erotic, raw thats summative Now now, don't be tentative, pitch a tent, till tension gives Loves is like a empty mirror, 4 intersections, two way street Fine balancing, distressed damsel damaging my two right feet Cellophane wisp of a sudden broken window pane Greedy powerhouses, intentions good but who's only tell is fame Reaching grabbing like one of the rigged clawed games Now I got my own oil rig, black gold is in my name I petrol the pa**ing of petroleum One day ima have a statue in memoriam And it better say verbatim "My feet are heavy, my heart is weak, my brain is fried, but my soul is never aching" Fold the peace, into a knot when your crease At least, the rot stops when you're blessed by a priest Lease, a larson forsees sight from the Parsons Artisans and arches, make any n***a finish where they started