Jakprogresso - Faceless lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Faceless lyrics]
Possessed by demonic forces but
I'm usin' them in the yard prunin' heads
Comet trails behind this movin' pen
I bomb tracks like droppin' nukes
On a shooting den
It's come from the gut like Sudoku
In the booth screws loose
Spittin' junkie spoon juice
Malevolent, gettin' ugly, like Pazuzu
Purp two times five, God is good all the time
(Ahaha)
Dude I lied, I don't care who you like
Torment, self-loathing
(um?) , where do I sign?
Toadmilk, pure dope, rope mural
Malforms suck you by, split into plurals
I've been rappin' about the samе shit
I should stop it
Still brain zappin' off H-lysergic droplets
I'm totally coverеd by sky psyops drop nets
Diggin' crates, dust in cupboards
Ghost of the spelunker, coked up and hunkered
Collapse the underground like a bunker buster
False prophet beard divine being
Finger gals to All Eye Seein'
Yak smokin', the line greenish
John Holliday spittin' tuberculosis
In the rag, dry heavin'
I just gassed Flight 370 the ETA
I'm tricyclic, on TCA's flippin' bars
(word) like Tom Cruise ODin' on EDA
Man, I stood relevant like BTK
BLAK Church like The Source family
Absorb gamma beams in the morgue under the
First floor crammin' beats
Sitting covered in crime scene blood like
Namaste
And self-indulge, radamante, droppin' hate
And gas canisters on the campus
Of the common faith
Llama spat at cha, my big chef's hat
Cookin' freebase, off your spatula
Liquid shit spackled tongue
Fried and deadly, creepin' black, tarantula
- You mean that the
Masterpiece isn't finished yet?
- Oh well, just give me another week, I
Need a favor from you first of all
I will need an extra five hundred
- Five hundred dollars now
And two months ago it
Was two hundred dollars for
Your girlfriend's abortion
And three weeks later it was a hundred
And fifty dollars for extra material costs!
- I just need the five hundred to keep the
(inaudible) off my back
- Oh for Christ's sake
- This is gonna be my greatest
Piece, what do you say, love it!
I'm usin' them in the yard prunin' heads
Comet trails behind this movin' pen
I bomb tracks like droppin' nukes
On a shooting den
It's come from the gut like Sudoku
In the booth screws loose
Spittin' junkie spoon juice
Malevolent, gettin' ugly, like Pazuzu
Purp two times five, God is good all the time
(Ahaha)
Dude I lied, I don't care who you like
Torment, self-loathing
(um?) , where do I sign?
Toadmilk, pure dope, rope mural
Malforms suck you by, split into plurals
I've been rappin' about the samе shit
I should stop it
Still brain zappin' off H-lysergic droplets
I'm totally coverеd by sky psyops drop nets
Diggin' crates, dust in cupboards
Ghost of the spelunker, coked up and hunkered
Collapse the underground like a bunker buster
False prophet beard divine being
Finger gals to All Eye Seein'
Yak smokin', the line greenish
John Holliday spittin' tuberculosis
In the rag, dry heavin'
I just gassed Flight 370 the ETA
I'm tricyclic, on TCA's flippin' bars
(word) like Tom Cruise ODin' on EDA
Man, I stood relevant like BTK
BLAK Church like The Source family
Absorb gamma beams in the morgue under the
First floor crammin' beats
Sitting covered in crime scene blood like
Namaste
And self-indulge, radamante, droppin' hate
And gas canisters on the campus
Of the common faith
Llama spat at cha, my big chef's hat
Cookin' freebase, off your spatula
Liquid shit spackled tongue
Fried and deadly, creepin' black, tarantula
- You mean that the
Masterpiece isn't finished yet?
- Oh well, just give me another week, I
Need a favor from you first of all
I will need an extra five hundred
- Five hundred dollars now
And two months ago it
Was two hundred dollars for
Your girlfriend's abortion
And three weeks later it was a hundred
And fifty dollars for extra material costs!
- I just need the five hundred to keep the
(inaudible) off my back
- Oh for Christ's sake
- This is gonna be my greatest
Piece, what do you say, love it!