Rooster Wings (lyrical cypher)

Now who the master to beg?

Smoke alarms over the intercom, while sound box on black lead

While munching on these rappers, much wit em, Its break bread

Packin steel with the fire arms, never heard much fire since Sway & Tech

Salute to the anthem, we takin the oath of the Made Man

The roots of hatred is sacred to suffering from incessant hallucinations

On the run from federal agents, under a witches spell

soul utterance cant see spirits till its wrote on pastel

A rooster needs its wings so its pins stays cushioning

With the illegitimate son of a king

Forced to join the family business..

As a cheating spouse, this duchess seeks as a widowed mortician

Whatever, its about as widower as it gets

Fading to black in December, lest she gets like a small-time embezzler

Bleak limbic heir, i've felt a failed business venture

An out-of-work writer meets the ghost of a favorite author

A clown training, this hopeless romantic will seize to be uncovered

Spectating as she's left being in an altar

Looking to be trapped in a horrible trial of fire

You too young and you don't know what I'm fightin' for

With no energy left to take even one more step

Nas said "Life's a Bitch" but I ain't even left

Taking deaths is a standard that i'm a reformed hitman

Like a freelance assassin, i'm back to black with a harpin

Taking visions after the sermon it's omnipotence to a Gauguin

I'll take anyone out if its Cruzan wrappings in tandem

My syntax lingo is strange it takes language exchange to enhancement

Like a perfect murder of public affairs, you could shoot yourself in the moment

Fighting over sentiments of socialisms, its over-ly contra-ment

Bullet are like potholes when they least expecting it

Color codes on gossip columnist when I try to find em

Trying to be something I ain't, isn't chair livin'

Chromatically speaking, its Yang & Yin' like tomatoes and cherries

Uncanny ambitions with identical twins and fairies

Tossing 'scales of green' the night after the wedding

We underground mafia, with malice we'll leave you shaking

Lead spinning mocking hyenas will turn y'all dog-sitting.