Bait when I’m on the take like I was a writhing can you bring to the lake
I’m reclined on laws beside no walking signs, writing pad out trying to break
Down words into killable syllables, nailing my deliverables
I minister to the miserable, Apostolic reverence for the reverted
I’m of moronic, apollonic stock, something inside me genie rub
Majnun, none can match me when the Djinn inhabit me
My habit giving them access to my random memory
They salvage like Jawa bandits what they find abandoned
My enemies banding together, always inside like Fatwa called
Secret society, we all told lies, impiety, what that were called
I can’t recall, remind me again what you’re here for?
Kanye how I’m threatening to smash records
Causing panic in certain quarters
Manchurian Candidate refusing orders
I’m a certain kind, a sort, an author who doesn’t need to borrow
Save from the devil, I am not quite malevolent but what angels
Sent and said didn’t bring me to the next level, Ben Adhem obsessed
How to win my entry, be next to pen in the anpiel’s golden volume
Bound in leather, rose scent pleasant whenever they’re near
My barrel roll G’s make a fight pilot foul his breeches
Breach of contract if you reach out the media
Broke a gag order I show up tyres scorching mind on torture
Black of night like a creature feature, open back door doesn’t deny
Eye on prize, eye on mine, slap a hand grasping for a piece of pie
Lost my mind but found a new hill to climb, higher than I tried
To be, smoking three before the sun splits the stones of the street
Roman how I make sure my priest cheeks the omens before going roving
Listening to the Gloaming in the motor, reminds me of the old world
Where I wish I was going, runes praising Wotan as king under the mountain
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