Quo

I'm walking through the darkness.

Where the eye watches through the triangle of the heartless.

I'm 'ma bilingual talking Guru regardless when spitting Voodoo I'm pinning you to the ceiling.

And when I do it I get this feeling of attraction with no action.

Well, I'm calling forth witnesses of satisfaction because I can't get no.

I'm running around with math in brain and I can't let go of retraction.

I'm amassing the claim that I'm actionless in my frame and I can't beset T.O.E.

I'm knowing not what I bestow when I intercept this flow.

In my dreams they tell me to intersect the woe because foe represents the quo.