[King Anatoliy]
Always feeling pressure trying push it to the limits
Peeking from my windows but I'm hacking from a Linux
Catch them sniffing Windex like they want a sharper image
Cut them with a razor ask, if it's close enough
Yams died off purp, and I still can't get enough of it
Looking in the mirror all I see are tomb stones
Yams died off purp, and I'm getting smothered under it
Tat wings on my back, sh**, I can see the future
People hear the boy, think that I should rock the dreads
Alabaster face, got them turning on their heads
sh** I'm all surprises no disguises not inclined to
f** around your mind will probably double back and find you
Hmm. Guess it's funny how that goes
Shows how much perspective's tinted from a vantage point
Guess our holy tendencies have left us building idols
Poison in our pedigree has left us sitting idle
Young and starstruck, disappear through the the atmosphere
Burn up on reentry, sheer sphere might appear
Adjacent to my current state, vying for attention
All I needs a shiver and I'll treat it like a mention
Aiming for no pension, work until it breaks me
Thought it's just a slip, but it ends with shattered knees
Every attempt flawed, but I'm no damned mechanic
Pa** the problem off, but no else could handle it
Always feeling pressure trying push it to the limits
Peeking from my windows but I'm hacking from a Linux
Catch them sniffing Windex like they want a sharper image
Cut em with a razor ask, if it's close enough
Yams died off purp, and I still can't get enough of it
Looking in the mirror all I see are tomb stones
Yams died off purp, and I'm getting smothered under it
Tat wings on my back, sh**, I can see the future
Guess I'm going under once again, time to swim
Darted to the beach, just to get some sleep and tan
Rudely got my hand smacked by whatever beings over us, oh what luck
Guess I'll call the mazel tov a bottle pop will set off
Rocket like a candle roaming out of wooden tubes
Ballsy bare hand mishaps got us looking for a soothe
Backwoods more than blunt wraps when that's where you come from
Guns outnumber residents I've seen a metric ton
Couldn't stun me with a double amped tazer
Tranquilizer double dosage still not halfway
Blame it on my strange, chemical arrangement
Go on war paths, blame it on derangement
Guess I'm cynical the more I know the more it hurts
Try to white out glitches but I only made it worse
The pen, my hope, chase it on my crutches
One more bum move, and I'll be gone forever
Always feeling pressure trying push it to the limits
Peeking from my windows but I'm hacking from a Linux
Catch them sniffing Windex like they want a sharper image
Cut em with a razor ask, if it's close enough
Yams died off purp, and I still can't get enough of it
Looking in the mirror all I see are tomb stones
Yams died off purp, and I'm getting smothered under it
Tat wings on my back, sh**, I can see the future