Tabs - Live From the Center of a Black Hole (Walk on By freestyle) lyrics

Hahahaha yeah. Oh yeah y'all ain't ready for this one. Tabs, I'm about to take y'all on a journey. Through stellar navigation. Introspective. 'Bout to take y'all on a journey. Going through the wormhole. See how deep that sh** goes. One time, walk with me: I made an Einstein-Rosen bridge out of ropes and twigs So I could open lids to work my way through this hole to go where hope exists My soul was solar it grew colder cause of the polar shift Never knew kissing the sun's molten lips would be as cold as this My inner demons rose from an open pit They still linger in my sick dome I smell the brim stone and sulfur mix I was sold a myth missed over a golden cliffs So slick I slipped from the rope before the rope could slip around my throat and twist What we were told: this kid's erroneous Now I'm tryna extract venom from the exact center of where the cobra bit I have principles now but I was sublime on some revolting sh** Till I heard the groans of the growing sick and then my motive switched To a motive ready to explode and start throwing fists I get nuts, throwing fits d**h touch exploding brick Head f**, I get up, whenever I'm told to sit You can bet I stand in Neverland attention span too broke to fix Don't need no coke to sniff Rolled the spliff of a solar eclipse over Möbius Strip and smoked it before I wrote this script k**ing it since I was younger feeling like one of Kony's kids Components of my emotions emotionless, frozen stiff Archeological dig-sight, I got a bone to pick To be honest I never saw the logic, in if and only if They said me and my sanity could happily coexist Back in the day they told me this I barely laughed my way to broken ribs Gamble with my life going all in with my poker chips It's appropriate before I leave from the brink, I wait for showmanship I gotta ask son, does Tabs One have to choke a b**h? You chocha blowing dick, coach of ulcers provoking my Vulcan grip I'm saying though I'm going super Saiyan mode for this To leave my opponents with a copious overture of holy sh** I never hesitate underestimate or over-glimpse My goal's to spit till every soul's convinced: I am Jehova's kid I made an Einstein-Rosen bridge out of a smoken spliff And unrequired love notes, that I wrote when I was a hopeless kid My road wasn't paved with golden bricks It was paved by the decaying bones of slaves in rogues who didn't know to quit Feels like I came on a slave boat, sick of the ownership The onus is on us to slave and not get paid what we're owed for it I was told some bogusness Corrosive to the soul of those who focus on those odious fallacies, realities that don't exist Divine on self I'm true I follow the rules of Paloneous I don't exist in the category where you cronies and jabronies fit Ample example of how opposed my opponent is Cuz his hands are full like the first time I groped the tits of an older chick Felonious the cops like what in the H E double goalie-sticks Bumping [?thaloneous stunt?], smoking a blunt in a stolen whip In a moment of loneliness I slowly motorboat ya b**h And give your wife's tale my white whale, I got a Moby dick Don't need no opiates, only a roach clip And some potent to smoke and a corrosive potion of rum and coke to sip They k**ed me when I was younger, feel like one of Arobi's kids Moving through emotions so ocean quick, that I get motion sick Looking at this scene, it would seem that we're closely knit But they hold a shiv, know it fits in your rib-cage with haste they slowly twist They claim there's love but it don't exist Their claim ain't got a leg to stand on like doing yoga splits with a broken hip I let it fly 24/8, on some Kobe sh** Always diss you phonies before I rip that Rollie of your bony wrist With my use of force, I should be a part of Yoda's clique Invoking fear like a viking bone appearing through the ocean mist I'm an olden myth, all of them floor be though that don't exist Ferocious vocalist crush the world when I close my fist I won't rest till I'm a guest up in Jehovah's crib Kicks up on the sofa looking over the globe like we own this b**h