Yo, what's up bruh?
Wanna play sum 'GAMES?'

GAMES [beat by Prismatv]

BOW [beat by Prismatv]

Emotions flutter through my flesh. I can feel my blood pumping, like a river of energy flowing through my veins. A steady beating in my right ear. Cold chest. Delirium, a feeling made stronger by my narrow view through rose coloured glasses. Poison flashes, Burroughs-esque crooked streets, sweaty feet, and an all too forgiving sense of nothingness. I have found the face looking back in the mirror, and it's smiling

A crooked smile.

A Crooked Smile

tombz ov da blind ded
they are all blinded
satanic templars sucking your blood
distance and release like smoking on bud
that girl she be uggos just like the chud
falling and scraping down in the mud

i be high as a kite,
i be filled with this might
i be boarding this flight
i be up here all night 

the skeletal hand is extending in dust
gotta strap for some cash it is a must
when im looking at her it is her bust
sword in my hand it's what i trust

and it's liquid and dark, gza set the spark
and im reaching my mark, don't even start
with me, diss me, and you'll be missing
fuck it, i'm hissing, BASILISK on the attack

eh, i be high as a kite,
eh, i be filled with this might
eh, i be boarding this flight
eh, i be up here all night 
eh

i gotta deal with shit the way i deal with it
and if you don't like it just deal with it

time falling like sand
this shit is just bland
my head i expand
as i live out my plan

it's born from a rope
and i have lost my hope
this evil i cope 
and im smoking on dope

these thoughts they proceed
to sow what i seed
and ask if i need
to stop or just heed

born from stone
i am all alone
and i am prone
to calling your phone

my eyes they are blind
but still i will find
the beat and the sound
heartbreak profound

the graveyard is hazey
im lazy not crazy
the tombz they are phasing
the heat i am shading 

you know what im saying?
and you are just playing
soon you'll be hating
cause i am amazing

shot day for night
on a horseback ride
and it's all in slow-mo
say hi-ho-hi-ho (it's off to work we go)

LORD BASILISK - TOMBZ OV DA BLIND DED

i hustle and i bustle in a tussle

metaphorically i am a killa blood spilla
of the lyrical proclivity 
rapping is the activity
that i use to unwind in due time
the muscle in my mind is stronger than any other
and i'll learn to muster up the courage to be something more
implore as i walk out the door i'm a lyrical whore
i fuck it all up and i'm addicting like the stuff
she likes it rough but i'm a gentle giant just trying
time is flying and i'm fantasizing about times long past
it is gone like a flash, and it itch like a rash
and im trying to get some cash but first i'll live out my dreams 
instead of chasing a carrot i be hella full hear it
one more time while i bring forth the shatter chit chatter
while my words flatter, and the blood splatters, eh
i chasing all my demons and my shadows ripping me a new asshole
while the globe is turns at axis
sorta like a nasty remark
that's been in your head for days, daze, dayy--sayys 
i don't give a fuck about it anyways
just trying to live under my own shade...


you think you know the answer to 
all the shit i'm going through
but you don't know what the fuck it's like
to live one day inside my life

i don't give a fuck if you've had enough
i'll just give it out like i'm on the outs
but i pulled an 86, and now it's all plain to see
real life delicacies, weird hats, and spending sprees
hella full on that maze shit yea i'm living down in my basement
where my heart is in a fucking encasement
rapping bout the same shit
but at least it's unique to me
fukkas can't see they just sleep
z z z haters hate me, taters tate thee
synchronicity, deja vu, same shit in patterns
that my brains caught up in
take a sip of gin
nah make is whiskey
i'm feeling frisky 
eh

LORD BASILISK - Hustle And Bustle

do you know what you said to me?
or do you say words you don't even understand
it's kinda sad, how we think about the same shit  
but you don't seem to understand it on the same level

do you know what you said to me?
or do you say words you don't even understand
it's kinda sad, how we think about the same shit 
but you don't seem to understand it on the same level

so get on my level - think about dat
while you question yourself living in your private hell
so get on my level - think about dat 
setting up my final sail, rolling up a hay bale

think about all that shit i once knew
think about all the shit i gotta do to live my life how i wanna
when i was young i thought i was you
now i realize i'm not on the same level, i'm a sauna

dats hot - and the rocks making steam
while you basic bitches trying to be ignoring all my dreams
dats not - how it's gonna work out
yall can eat my dustesess i be working on my clout (eh)

do you know what you said to me?
or do you say words you don't even understand
it's kinda sad, how we think about the same shit  
but you don't seem to understand it on the same level

do you know what you said to me?
or do you say words you don't even understand
it's kinda sad, how we think about the same shit 
but you don't seem to understand it on the same level

my look is disheveled - and im on my own level
i be ripping a new asshole while im living in the castle of my mind
you will find that there's no winning in this grinning horse
eh
i put fuckers in their place
eh
get on my level. . . 

do you know what you said to me?
or do you say words you don't even understand
it's kinda sad, how we think about the same shit  
but you don't seem to understand it on the same level

LORD BASILISK - Same Level

LORD BASILISK - The Other Rooster (instrumental) [THE OTHER ROOSTER OST]

hieroglyphic not /sadistic/ like a pharaoh
spell it without the o's, prose /set off/ like space
cosmic like an H. P. Lovecraft, /grandma/ giving me a smack
i was spoiled like a brat, all /lean/ cut the fat
the statistics they are wack, another /nail/ through the bat
but now i'm sitting back, got my /foot/ on the ottoman
no care for speed, autobahn, hella /high/ i ain't stoppin em
i am like Tutankhamun, in the /afterlife/ i be ballin
shifted wrong now i'm stallin, /manually/ i am callin
put the numbers in /one by one/ with my thumb
dialing em, and all of these symbols they /line up/ to the open gate
if it wasn't for rapping i would /have no/ fate
 
set it off like /space prose/
cross it out like /x and o's/
don't pay mind to /those fellows/
never focus /on them hoes/
suck the life right /out of you/
pyramids and /spaceships too/
brought to life /i am renewed/
thinking back /to this peruse/
the liquid is /engulfing me/
like the way /i work this beat/
thinking back /into the past/
got me develo/ping a rash/

Stargate

I ain't need no Puff Piece
If u ask me that pickerel is stale
Nepotism on the wall, I see
Top 3? Nah, lemme tell u why b

Cause I ain't need no puff piece
I got my own word of mouth
And it is golden like the oldies
And it's swollen like my glands
Put up ur hands
Yo, cause I'm singing my own anthem
Autistic tantrum, through my lyrical 
Cramping, it's that time of month
I gotta hunch, she's now about to hit me up
But anyway, I'm not trying to brag
My pockets do not sag
But my brain is always expanding
To exist is to put out ur hand
To know is to clench ur fist
To understand is to not use it
To bash
It won't last
I'm just cashing out at the ATM
And there's that friend
He's hitting me up

I ain't need no Puff Piece
If u ask me that pickerel is stale
Nepotism on the wall, I see
Top 3? Nah, lemme tell u why b

Picking favourites and I just savour the fact
That I'm an outcast, because if fitting in
Mean I gotta be like that, well no thanks
I'd rather sit this one out and u might doubt
That which u don't understand and I get it 
I really do, y'all judge a book by it's cover like some naive fools
And I will use my brain and my abilities
To entertain myself and the whole world at the same time
Because that's the point of having a mind if u ask me
But u didn't but I don't care I'm just living my life with a thousand yard stare
One in three and one in five, they act like they're alive
But they are really dead inside (fuck it)

LORD BASILISK - Puff Piece

bornthisway ain't gonna change, yo
bornthisway ain't gonna change, no

Throwing stones in a glass house
Focal point on the task while u tap out
Say you expected more but if I'm honest with myself
I ain't impressed with your doubt
Truth is, I impress myself
I'm my biggest fan
Nothing conceited about that 
Just spitting facts, like the back
Of my hand, I know it, expose it
Tip toe it, across the room
When the lights are off
Got some spacial memory guidance
Take my time, still try this
Mind your own while I'm making heed
If you wanna grow a garden gotta plant seed
Like Ramza I am blowing on reed
And I got the whole inquisition coming after me
Zodiac stones and iPhone 7 in 807 all dogs die and go to heaven
And the reverend bizzare, dooming out in his car
And it's a Chevy 63, deleting all these emails 
That got in the past so no one now will get mad at me
It's a fantasy
Proclivity

Because I live a different standard than anyone else
Only way they can keep me on my way down
If they didn't create obstacles at every turn
I'd be on the fucking top, but I digress
I must confess
Like the booth is my current setting
Learn my lesson
Like a left foot right brain
Turn another page
It's insane

I must confess that I'm my own worst enemy
Fixed it up with my own damn pen you see
Because I write the words down at my own leisure
~*gwah*
Career suicide while I preside in my own hide and seek and hit the peek as I seek and the meek scatter like splatter on the wall and I fall and grab hold for anything I can and the plan keeps changing
Rearranging, hard to follow as I wallow in my own grief, it's steep the mountain before me 
But I will take heed to the warning and be scorning all them out do not doubt

(freestyle)

BASILISK

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