[Intro]
[Verse]
I am the amba**ador, a known proprietor
Trying to change the world while spitting demonic fire
Coming from my lair to bring these lames despair
Straight dummying anybody who doesn't come prepared
I'm a devious, mischievous, incredulous villain
Gaining knowledge cause knowledge is both powerful and healing
What's this feeling? Well, it can't be that love sh**
You left me love sick, regardless
And now the sickness has spread through my whole body
You're the cancer that defines the sadness noticed at the party
She say I'm artsy, well of course girl I'm a poet
Known for magic, hocus pocus, and logos as I focus
And that's only the half of it, if I told the whole story you'd go and explore that atlas
Grab chocolate bars, cough syrup, and matches to camp out in a lagoon and examine the facets
Of the gems in your imagination that come to mind
The one's without the grime, of the daily grind
Holy lucifer, sweet mother of hell
Hearing church bells as my lungs begin to swell
As the kush begins to smell the kings smile in perfect unison
The art is tuscan, and so gargantuan
Villas, gondolas, palaces by the ocean
Waving to the heavens man I gotta quit the potent
Man I gotta quit that potent, waving to the heavens man I gotta quit that potent
Gotta quit that potent, waving to the heavens man I gotta quit that potent
Ye
[Outro]