Kiley Hendriks - Northern Pa**age lyrics

[Verse 1] Peach, piece of methodical. Movement is measured like a machinist My genius seems cast with the devil Writing northern pa**age. Thunderbird, dive bomb The wonderful world of words form from cuneiform Born in a field of corn before Malachi Duracell, pro cells, balance level alkali Y'all look like pantomime escaping a gla** box Black and white makeup, dissolve you like bath salts P's breaking bad, but without the crystal Billy, I'm armed like the kid, but with the mic instead of pistol Milk thistle, cyanide. One drop of foxglove Mix it in the mortar and pestle then say, goodnight bub Slogan like Logan, I'm an excellent professor Colossal to the cable, I'm a beast when the storm centers Warn your men towards the students of vengeful Blind you with chalk dust, stab you with pencils [Hook] The rhythm is a ritual which I consider critical Before I let you listen our position's an*lytical Compositions lyrical and musical and yes the Competitions getting better, case some words I never rest The rhythm is a part of life which I consider sacrifice Before I let you hear it I prepare it so it's sounding right The combinations musical and lyrical and true Competitions getting better, in case some words they show improve [Verse 2] I said, nah that wasn't me, that was a weather balloon Whether or not you believe me, well, that's on you I love the view from the moon. The earth looks so blue (boom) Amateur night, Apollo 13 crew 2 modules, call signs, Odyssey, Aquarius Parts lost at sea, the salt will severely rust Souls lost at sea, walk on the water's edge Songs of the siren, pull you to the onyx depths Follow the texts and the carbon copy Cripples in the palm, black swan, Darren Aronofsky Wax paraffin seal, red stamp, capital P Pluck your feathers, make a duck call feed Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain, pen name What's the end game? Grey matter maintain Turning off white, once bright, light pantone Light infrared flares there, mark dropsonde [Hook] The rhythm is a part of life which I consider sacrifice Before I let you hear it I prepare it so it's sounding right The combinations musical and lyrical and true Competitions getting better, in case some words they show improve The rhythm is a ritual which I consider critical Before I let you listen our position's an*lytical Compositions lyrical and musical and yes the Competitions getting better, case some words I never rest [Verse 3] Prevail Alright Back to the chamber of horrors, remember freak show? 3 or 4 short films shown in a sequel? Hosted by the Crypt Keeper tales of tail My names Prevail, I'm a real life electric chair Shaved your hair from the scalp so the smell won't gag Before they turn him to juice, cover your head with a bag I can channel same energy through verse execution First, electrocution, even distribution Can't hold on to it, current flow conduit Turn your brain to omelet Probably thought I'd ground down as soon as I found out I blacked out the consulate Turned on the warning siren, everybody ran for it Overload mainframe, download, eagle eye Top gun, eye and eagle, overhead, see them fly Mainframe, eagle eye, overload, top gun Eye and eagle, overhead, open range shotgun [Hook] The rhythm is a ritual which I consider critical Before I let you listen our position's an*lytical Compositions lyrical and musical and yes the Competitions getting better, case some words I never rest The rhythm is a part of life which I consider sacrifice Before I let you hear it I prepare it so it's sounding right The combinations musical and lyrical and true