3-2-1 (Chaos Magic)

There comes a time in your life when you have to fight
Clash at night, duck from the hazard lights
You have the right to stay silent, pass the mic
Speak the truth till it burn, make it acid-like
As it stand, I plan to complete my quest
Treat my stress with breaths, trying to be my best
Beat my chest, yell from the deepest depths
Keep in step, never live with regret

No sleep or rest, peep how I keep so fresh
Live out my dreams, that seem to cancel out the rest
Bout to stretch this lil bit of hope that’s left
Hold his breath, blue in the face till death
Kill, crush, destroy, then rebuild, what’s next?
Oh yeah, gotta sort em all, according to specs
Importing the text, analyze important effects
Loss of respect, I guess it’s the court of the jest

Sword to the neck, yeah, that’s how I course correct
And of course, correct, I never let ya see the sweat
Evil Dead lurking, trying to bleed me red
I leap off ledge and I don’t even need no need net
He go get the whole wide world in his grip, and he can’t slip
2nd chance, back from the blip
616, 6 plus a half of a 6, minus the 2
The math ain’t the half of it…

The finest of jewels ya find when the mind is the tool
The fool vs wise man, classic duel
Mask removed, who was you expecting to see?
Yeah, jokes on you, same face, it’s ME
It’s 3 in morning, 39 to go
And at 4 AM, time to lock and load
Ya block the road, I go around, will not be slowed
Televised revolution’s where the lies are told

Lives are sold, but hands never touch no gold
I must’ve known it was ending once it touched my soul
What’s SO special, bout the goals you seek?
As for me, it’s something that the eye can’t see
I can’t be the person that you want me to be
Just once I wanna blend all the wants and the needs
The front is the lead, I wonder if I’ll ever succeed?
Running full speed…endless field full of weeds
Full of disease, cruel world, who to believe?
Who do I leave my last rites to weep while they read?
I need what I need,I give and don’t need receive
From to seed to a tree, pull ‘nother trick from my sleeve

Return of the matte…black, deep, dark and abstract
Star of the track, action-packed like a Arkham attack
Scarecrow tactic, watch me blow in the wind
Not playing to win, just sayin, I’m just playin’ pretend
Stay to the end, the credits have the answers we need
Need to be free and faster than the predator’s speed
In debt to the beat, enabled my mind speak
Divine mystique, is how I’d define this piece

To find his peace, his reach real deep until
He finally feel, something artificially real
I confess I just might settle for rest
Save me some stress…finally save me guess
Lately I miss spring nights, face feeling mist
Walking in bliss, looking up and making a wish
The age of the rich…been long, but might end quick
The end is near, the threat is clear, the tension’s…THICK

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