Sous les pavés, that's where the soul stay. Another session, we take earth in palm and flex it, roll it in shapes. First you see a sort of snake, Wait, wrap it in a helix, Split in half, rebirth the Phoenix, double it, DNA sequence. This time we’re makin it without the prisons, Give them the best words, no -isms, It’s simple, no cynicism, just caveman livin, Flintstones perfected, never Simpsons. Never simpin on the celestial timeline, Level headed god with a bestial mind find, The simple things in the life best, so we stress, Live out your life with your head in your chest, Like Krang the Brain, I’m ashamed to say your god is synergy, That’s not to say you shouldn’t look for inner peace, But me put so many into We, my organism super, A stomach full of creatures like a bottle of kombucha. If the devil wears a red cap, then we some goombas. Sous les pavés, that's where the soul stay.

Many chances, toothing the chalice it’s practice I guess im gettin older it’s practice. Mic in hand mic in hand sleight of hand like some thin digits. It’s wind whipping the widgets around like some whippets. Whipped cream cannister into the left cheek. Lannister banners flyin in the east. I don’t fit in a scene. don’t fit on the screen. Enveloping everything around me. Never been a flame more like a letter to the galaxy. I write letters from the galaxy. Many chances, sip from the chalice to keep off the malady. Many cancers, it runs in the family. I’m the only one who never ran in my family, My past could be a series of fight or flight happenings. On the silver screen but I see in black and white like I’m Shel Silverstein. I see the black to white like a spectrum of visible colorings, I color the screen, Kansas City Dorothy, Fly rap Jayhawk, blue shirt wit the orange wings. Kansas City my family, disaster cancer in my father’s jeans. In the breath of cigarette ash and refugees. Im rapping the Sandman thing. --------------------------------- I make a beat way bee construct honeycomb, Automatic process see where I’m comin from, Conduit channel energy readily deconstruct hegemony. Weave a story way the spider fabricate, Parametric head shift, I design to celebrate, I calibrate my fate way tiger paint its face We reclaim our domain from doowop lames, my crew chop in the rain walk the block in the dark sayin, whatever comes to mind, Energy what we knows like a line of coke, Algorithmic rhythms, line of code, but it’s never not compelling I say it from my chest with feeling Say it from my lungs wit healing One by one we construct unit structures, Fumble in dark, humbled by stars, with two inch muscles, How we spose to lift a planet? We shift in traffic, Itch but never scratch it. Tragic, life could be the only thing we have yet, All we can do is rap this. --------------------------------- I can take a horse to water, I Cut off its legs and cauterize, Not slaughter time, got a catheter inside, IV drip like Rick flair wit cancer in the thighs, Had to remove the eyes so he don’t notice a chance for suicide, make him drink but don’t let him realize his own demise I’m sure he’s fine wit time existing in another time, mind oasis I find lines adjacent, hypotenuse sayin, collab cosign in the basement, said it’s the studio it look like a cave bitch really, it look like somebody put a cave inside a cave, I’m way behind the days, take the horse to the lake, and beat it in the face leave a quarter in the wake. --------------------------------- Presently I am a king, Secret in the way i speak, Secret in the way I think, Secret everything is me. I pull the heavens down to Earth, my birth mark the start of paradise on this paralyzed hearth. So I terrorize all of the pseudo serfs, I'm a feudal lord, uh I'm doing the most, I'm hitting my goals, I'm finally showing the things I been working for. Wit just my vocal cords produce a genus loci, My chest so opal hold the vox populi. These cops shot my eyes but the brain remain, Got all my feelings keep it secret in a gated cage, The fated sage, rappin for the immortality, Palace stay rattlin, rappin so bafflin, All the fuck shit in the function keep my dagger wit battery, Hold my place in the cavalry, Honestly, this wack shit got my calves staggering. My blasphemy is that I rap to capture immortality, This hourglass stay filled wit the golden sands of Aberdeen. When you rap at me, please be actin like you're ss-stammering, I'm a stallion, you're just another satyr, scream, When I drown you in the fermentation, Lungs breakin beneath the sin and libation, My house will stay haunted even after I die, After they tear out my heart and they gouge out my eyes, Sparagmos got me on the bonfire they brownin my thighs. Nah nah, is this the end of my life? We never die, we reject the entropy, Nothing ever gonna be the end of me, Or the end of we, Red Eyes and Secret King, Such a great mystery, When we make things, we break history. --------------------------------- Look at me jump off the Golden Gate I’m cold insane, Brain never grow old the way Lames wish that they never even showed their face, Masked marauder get slaughtered in the worst of ways, Reserved a place in heaven, before all the Saints, Of course it’s fate, Im sorted, got a sword in the stone i hoarded the light of a thousand suns and shone, When the sun rose, it peaked over mountains, Across the valleys it seep in fountains, through alleys, weekly Form malice quickly, formality be the need for me to hide my light, so the sun could shine one day at a time. Soul bright so I fight night, a dwarf white Keebler elf weed sourced from the top shelf, way I burn scorned like I’m feeding the elk, defeated in hell, seated in terrace, Sharin my story from my place in Paris, I mean paradise I find the best in the pair of eyes, I carry lies inherent vice, like some eggs with the snakes inside. And we keep it moving, we never shine the light on fake, These days, these days spend me way too often, so, We keep on moving, I just keep on walking, We never shine the light on fake, nah. These days.. --------------------------------- I do not fuck wit these people, Look out the window I’m watching the eagles. Feeble minded feeling like I’m dead, Every time I keep on fighting this, Princess Langwidere, I keep on losing my head. Celebrating all the victories, Like I said I cannot fuck wit these, I’m filled with misanthropy and I cannot see. Again i am on this rhyme scheme, this time it’s karate, I’m an antibody, Imma catch a body, imma slap a thottie, And rap like carti, pull up in the lobby smellin like Bacardi. Way too many hobbies get me on the naughty list. I don’t give a fuck about you and your dirty rafs, thirty half cabs in some boardflips hella fast. Inside the skin of a dog, Outside the hide of a tiger, More fire than all of these rappers, I'm like a disaster, I'm finna drop all of you faster. I'm finna block all of you faster, Like Hakeem Olajuwon, Can't you see that I'm on one? --------------------------------- Tell my horse don’t wait for me. The ranch comes last. I remember riding as a kid, But i don’t wanna. I keep fighting this, Horse neck with a white katana, Beating a dead horse, I’m stuck on trauma Im stuck wit commas, Not treasure but a pause, Waiting, future, applause, When the piebald mare drives every clause, I hide all fear and clench my jaws. Future. I don’t fuck wit commas. Run-on thoughts but it’s not a stream, Mental factory it’s sad to see the industry, Inside of me, it’s all of me, it’s all I see, Vision blurry with smokestacks and sautering. I’m coppin things to slaughter kings, Copper rings conduct the heat, Can’t believe subconscious dreams, Are just common things of conscious streams. Fuck your status quo. My mic a long sword. The ranch comes last.

Ya ya ya, got no gang got no gang, In the cave I been working go insane go insane I don’t go outside to interact wit lames, wit the lames Shoot me in the brain, this is not a game not no game. *peon voice* I can’t fuck wit you pussy boys anymore, Mangy little pup, I’m a fuckin wild boar. Wit the horns stab you in the jugular, Scream loud scream now scream fuckin guttural. Whoa And I’m so up. Imma blow up. Don’t fuckin look at me, I’m the fuckin Secret King. *back to normal voice* Man I been seein some things, Don’t mess wit your team, My life feel like double dutch, I’m fallin, I will never come in clutch, im fallin, All in wit the summer buzz, I’m all in, Ballin like my name was Spud, I’m ballin, Out of touch you could never see what I see, In these streets screaming so I feel like Pericles I got a pair of keys to my first apartment, Still feel homeless till I get a garden. I’m talkin Madison squares, Left trigger number 7 I’m so mad at these squares, (weenieeee) Wit the glasses so I squint accidentally fuck on your bitch. Not rich but I’m wealthy. Healthy boy eat rice n beans I'm nice at ping pong. So take a look y’all. Ya ya ya, got no gang got no gang, In the cave I been working go insane go insane I don’t go outside to interact wit lames, wit the lames Shoot me in the brain, this is not a game not no game.