[Verse 1 Eligh] This is the sound of rushing wind That hurricane inside my brain I let the storm out through my pen Then many men will feel my pain I blame no one, I am the Shogun I am the sun, moon, stars, and emotions My gun weighs a ton, point it at the black glass Blast, then Im out the rain Let it loose, let it free, let it exist, then let it be Let it go, when Im in a battle with myself I drop The hammer so quick, like Geronimo Scalping the dishonorable, ego Sick like, H1N1measles Midnight key strokes, typing out my defects My assets, at least though, Im looking at my true face Illegal entry, to therapists and outside entities Centuries Ive been moving about this universe Surfing across the Milky way in a filthy way But I cleaned my act up like acne, back up My Mack truck, fill up the trunk with taxing lessons To maximize my presence on Earth for this track meet Not a race but a marathon Larger than life like a Mastodon Broke, but cant see where the cast is on Healing fast, and at last its on My power is now at 8.5, cant wait till I get to 10 Cant break a man whos made of water, can you Read my grin, can you read my grin? [Hook Deacon The Villain] x2 Hydro, cant escape the streets on fire Wherever you go See the black smoke Cant escape the deep desire To put upon a show [Verse 2 The Grouch] I ask Give me the knowledge and wisdom To craft stronger words and live them Eliminate all hate from my system To spread only loves the mission I get, Remember who you are Mr. Corey Do your part be your own category Protection and abundance is with you Be not afraid theres no end to this truth Help us all to shine! I say Spirit bodies outta mine, I pray And then I call back the pieces of me That I left in the deepest of seas Not really work in mysterious ways But rather search and there will be light Spread it too and you will be change Unified by the breath of life [Hook] [Verse 3 Deacon The Villain] Dear Deacon Seen you at the club last weekend Them jeans was kinda skinny and them bottles pretty frequent You networkin? Thats what they call it now It seems to me you really need to set your wallet down You thirty something lookin like a student in a college town A mindless zombie all you do is follow sound And crowns Why you seekin to be a squire? When God promised you empires Youve been hired by the highest Man you lookin like the pious Stuck in cycles like dryers Ought to peel you way with pliers Outliers Thats what you seeking to be Yet yellin yolo like its promo An indecent decree [Verse 4 Natti] Deeply seeded in heated shouting match between my echo As I mutter and stutter through Sutter Kanes manifesto Sanity is retro Insanity is now Instagramafication Let the vanity run wild Double tapping that ass Done with tapping that ass Watch officials make it clap with oil bodies and cash From a highway to heaven 100 something on the dash To a side street in Hades broke down, outta gas Conflicting of the digital and physical Remake or original Ass out and dusted folks so close to aboriginal Lungs screaming dro but them pockets close to Reginald Got the car note but insurance looking skeptical But internet self gotta cool profile So cool got me wonder what he doing right now? With a pack of dimes lounging by the pool right now In the finer designer items Im returning right now Be you [Hook]
deacon, tapping, instagramafication, h1n1measles, grin