Troy K. - Ziggurat Rock lyrics

It's the instrumental masochist Venomous acid spit, givin ba**lines An everlasting kiss/ Tempermental around their flatulence Cause when they're rappin I'm catchin The whiff of an a**' scent/ They're content with just seein the atlas I think in a galactic sense/ Cause this ain't a game & you know I'm no chuck Woolery, so miss me with That balderdash or tomfoolery/ I'm wreckin rhymes so brutally Booths become a grotesque scene/ Whoever's in the vicinity leaves With a broke neck or a severed spleen/ Get'em high, like a weekend binge On meth-am-phetemine/ You may only get to know this Feeling but once, my advice dog Is soak it up/ Unattainable spitsmith, deranged with A sixth sense/ I'm breakin through to the highest Planes of existence, my reflection Is Godlike, a Raiden resemblance/ You'll have heart palpitations from Listenin, this is intense sh**/ HOOK: (gibberish) I'm thinkin that You talkin sh**, but what is that/ I mean come on, you dont want it You are not/ I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/ (gibberish) you should stop Think you this, I think you not You say you cold? but you not like I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/ I spit that cochlear fornication Mixed with a nuclear warrin nation/ Such an explosive mind f** Givin birth to the most sublime rush/ For every goal that I accomplish & those intervals when I am hushed/ Im channelin, moments of inspiration Searchin for soul synchronization/ Positive energy radiation, patient Watchin an enemies aggrivation raisin/ Remain relaxed in a tense atmosphere The graphic sense of their dramatics It sends fear/ Im tryna generate that green love light Let it permeate between us like/ Were the conductors of fate But we've become what these corrupted & fake f**ers create/ They want that, synthetic satisfaction Think success is the amount of materials You ama** before you see a casket/ I give'em, organic orgasm Climaxin from followin my core pa**ion like... HOOK: (gibberish) I'm thinkin that You talkin sh**, but what is that/ I mean come on, you dont want it You are not/ I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/ (gibberish) you should stop Think you this, I think you not You say you cold? but you not like I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/ Recognize a God ahead of his time So far so that it might seem as if I'm behind/ But if you catch a glimpse, it'll be in blurred photos These are cruise line composed concertos So pardon me if it seems that I show boat/ I do this work for pro bono Cause I know some broke bros Who needed somethin to make their soul glow/ Sho Nuff, it sounds so silky & smooth Yet I'm bound to the most filthy of grooves/ I'm Bruce Banner when angered Boastful bars I'm producin some bangers/ Appetite for amazement, free flowin & never anchored/ Professional angler, might have An anuerism tryna perfect place words/ Lord have mercy when I blaze herbs I disengage from this time space merge/ Twistin the fabric of life Exertin the pa**ion of christ/ Shakin the very core of your being To a**ure you once more that I am king/ HOOK: (gibberish) I'm thinkin that You talkin sh**, but what is that/ I mean come on, you dont want it You are not/ I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/ (gibberish) you should stop Think you this, I think you not You say you cold? but you not like I just rock from on top of the Ziggurat/