[MCF] I reside where stone is thick If you hear wind whistling, thats my script Thats my cliff! Quit chiseling Might grant you a wish. Is this a thing That happens to humble carvers of the earths surface Or are you flirting with dark powers that sometimes enact curses? And Id purse lips if I werent ethereal The way you worry my interior Any boon you seek, you say Want it? Got it. Fade away... [Busdriver] My trade has never been a fit match So my futures always looking pitch black Waistdeep in this fish fat I dont really want to swing this pick axe I want to be highminded in a large home Muse about the uncarved stone Not chewing on a little bit of charred bone We want a world of our own, with Gold steps on the stairwell Exotic fruits in the hair gel Skin the color of caramel And a toilet that looks like a carousel Once my account is full of mils Am I gonna feel more fulfilled Or change the course and pull the wheel and Ingest the pill, phasers set to kill Im a prove that I dont love anybody And give myself the power of a governing body While maintaining selfhood is second nature So take a little echinacea for your upset dysplasia cause I dont care how you live Im beyond it, my brow is a mountain ridge [Roderick] Put your chisel down Let your hammer go [MCF] I had a ridged brow when you wandered up Each elevation I conjured up At your behest intensified it What a mess. You so soon derided Floods and rains after having been them That you cant possibly recall clouds dominion over sunbeams and where suns send them From when you were the sun If you want the mountains at your mercy Heres your chisel, have it done
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