prod. desolate lands
vox. sakaree

lyrics;;
i hope ur sick to ur stomach like swine flu
im up times 6 million, its time i dined too
real wizard, think its time to remind you
ancient magic Muzick & its riddled with divine runes
i sit in silence, steady spamming up the fine tune
do it so good they gotta sit there n rewind thru
the sonics sound like there's sumn stood behind you
sending shivers shootin up ya back til the spine loose
she did me so dirty, had me tryna find noose
hearin screams of sheer bloody horror as my mind ooze
bad bitch on line 1, bank on line 2
sittin in the dark, praying gods light shines thru
i leave a beat 6 deep, they gotta find clues
boarded up the windows but my demons still climb through
im gettin king charles, u man gotta shine shoes
sonning so many shit rappers, gotta tie tubes


you little cunt, i got the game in a stun lock
used to get high, big smiles til the fun stopped
ur chattin shit from the screen, funds numlocked
sour ways behind a sweet face like a kumquat
i cast spells on my foes, never gun cocked
watched the bitch build a glass house then she flung rocks
i dunno where to call home, been spun blocks
kicked out of every place i go, been shunned lots
hop scotch to the money like it's birthright
steady makin waves whilst these man steady surf tides
extend my arm out and see perched flies
big necromancer, cast shadows as i lurk skies
my ego thru the roof, yea i need first prize
walk into a room, cast doom n i murk guys
we both know the truth, it's no use to spurt lies
i'm hitting back to back home runs on my worst try

summoning Circle

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