Paranom - Black Liquerice lyrics

[Verse 1] Mega bosses Coptic intersections Cities is gorgeous With the night gargoyle glarin' on European fortress Flawless Fashion kissed amidst the grips of devil's corpses On bronze velvet loom the Moorish History's pistol, now loaded Defy logic of definition's issue Self quoted brothel f** with me, get a mouthful Sour bands radiate vibrations on Gallivan Just beatin' down the boulevards To kick bars that would reroute you Man Trigger tongues finger f** Solomon's Key and bun These daggers held in a spiral Thrown like darts when peasants go run In the presence Of my mind to eyein' my leverage Sole controller the planet but soul controllers want me to forget it Spare the dream Yo if I sleep I'm chokin' on kerosene Paper weight Hold down the hood like murder wrote by the queen We boycott Christmas fulfillin' God's wishes My wish for mines to blow inside ya box and blow yall scene Yall good as gone Rockin' my grandfather's charm-- Excelsior Poor righteous flow evolved to enrich No humidor Piff lore with a parallel myth from out my pores Liftin' scores from the manifold The silencer a cantaloupe Ponder on the nature The Neteru that laid some j**els to cut through this equation Fly n***a at the train station Kick in the door like a Premier knock or Private Stock libation That fit the triple seven right through the slot I'm Cla**i Middle School hot, came from a hard place And so the kid decide he should rock and rock at Allah's pace Iron in the morning sharin' mom's face Lonely sons that's hard pressed to rise out of shape til they detonate When black holes bustin' like dutches-- luscious reverberate Trickle through the deeds for the leads of creasin' the heavyweight Then ima travel light Gather like reich Defiance on mics for the lavish insight We keepin' sh** tight Above all else sun [Chorus] A fine line between makin' Money that's for your kingdom Trials that would make it funny Debt to Hell A fine line between livin', golden Thinkin' sh** is sweet and get ya cap frozen, down in here A fine line might make you think you, chosen But know the realest truth that remains is holdin' Onto sk** Now if I wanna eat would I....? I know that I'm a good hood guy Yeah