hydrangea

it's the heretic

cussin out in mandarin

chest hair spellin out that he a wolf dressed in lanolin

kickin rhymes while gus samplin those mandolins

shouts out to moms pops kates and my madelines

 

that's the family, i'll make ya proud i promise

went to ralph lauren purchases replacin that target

mossimo to prada, been trill i'd rather nada

hypebeasts don't address their majesty with honor

 

at confession again, father i know i've sinned

blasphemed for the last time with lightning strikes upon my skin

my star sign like my city: twin

for the record, the record spins -- take a sip of gin

 

let the music hit you smooth and groove with it

had a wife piece that left me for my enemies worldly riches

keep up with my pace, pumpin syllables like pistons

my palace filled with malice and bad intentions

 

my hands on my war-torn bible

prayin out to god, buddha, whoever's spirit got me dead on arrival

i need a little guidance cuz i'm feelin like dyin

huddled with mayans between pyramids and wild lions

 

that's a rock and a hard place

I roll with the punches

half a gram of rock got me rollin like some punches

such sights mortal men were not meant to be seein

this girl hips rollin like the ocean but that's shit compared to me

 

i ebb and flow

throughout the universal

recursive loop of cursin ever since i was a day old

there he go with his glowin weed stick held close

between seshes of smoke exhalation he inhale to spit flows