Strange U - Dust Descends lyrics

Sumo, flow's bone shattering, slow dab the pen Homes, back again, unravelling Cluedo Pseudo-psycho P.I clocks travelling cloak and dagger men Bag the prints, captured under black light - halogen Snag the swag bag, back to the lab, the hideout Back in a flash, counting the cash stack in the lighthouse Good or bad, two sides of the same coin, same loin Brother from another mother, veins joined Plain toying with wordplay, words spray off the diaphragm Feynman diagrams erased trace of a higher plan He enquired "Dang." Thug on his case, ran, caught Scuffle ensued, gun in his face, click, fired... jammed I guess the Messiah scams Laughing at us miniscule f**s measuring time in sand Rhyming slang, the camera pans back the gameboard Bishop F8 takes Queen before day falls ... This ain't no follow the North Star, night light calligraphy Scene set, more like Predator versus Predator Find myself invisible, play your tendons like an old oud Fellow to no realm walk with no foot to speak of Some said he was here, cold carvings on an old stone Most were oblivious 'til his whispers chilled their sold bones No sight to behold, no effigy, no spared thought Soul born of ash, the globe silenced as he strolled home One touch, monotone were the screams Legion of the spirit brought forth with through dreams Monitored He travelled through shadows, the black string puppeteer Left with no trace, reverse big bang, we touch cloth I revel, suspend tension, not animation Pause, replace thoughts of sanctity with pure rage Distilled peace in it's purest form injected My veins writhe callously, somewhat vacant like your new face ... Diablo, emerging from devilish black piano note Deadliest black hand on your throat, a black antelope Black animal flow, pow, a black calico As black as your soul, black hand trapped in snow Frost bitten, lost kitten, a boss Hominian A god swimming in sin, living within an villains skin The man is dead, but walks the earth like his manners fled His plan's to wreck, span the globe like Rihanna's head Sky diving, riding a Bison Try fly in time with the high rising Leviathan THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE, BUT WHICH GUY WILL YOU BUY IT FROM THE LIVEST FIREBOMB, TIME WARNER OR VIACOM Be silent, calm, it's salvation of firearm Make noise so the people know the real hype of the tribal drum The time has come, it's ride or die time for some Hide your guns, tonight we vibe as one