RA Scion - Aqua Vitae lyrics

I went by the book, I meant what I said I did what I could, you left me for dead No wonder I'm a mess, uh! Dismantled my frame, channeled that power And chanted that name 'til I became an architect Plans in the pocket wet from trekking through this estuary Corridors are covered with the blood of the ancestry Legend of the West said they was hunting for a sunken chest Similar circumstances surrounded my uncle's d**h Sustenance of mother's milk, honey s**le, supple breast Trouble is y'all was tryna gut fish minutes after sunset Usurping the coup (?) the youna bumping this (\?) (?) Bus pack my jimmy a (\?) champion of justice, uh! Abandoning the pantheon for lower ground Tryna get this focus down is harder with these Romans 'round Oddly enough we're so much closer to what's Godly, really When the mind is pure and body filthy Embody every quality that ill in my prosopopoeia Sick of watching non-believers constantly fulfill they party's prophecy Shoe box philosophy, they spewin' out a glossary Of polytheist speak, Greek mythology Promise me you not part of that colony that shot at me Possibly I let you sip a shot with me and slip into that Knob Creek Wade in that debauchery and play with such ferocity That they can see the choking out the weed of mediocrity All or nothing and nothing is stopping me Pressing like the call bu*ton, holla from the lobby of your property Canva**ing in converse, scrambling for converts Handing out a Psalms verse, brother I'm the wrong person For you witnessing I'm in the choir now, standing next to Todd Sykes Finna bring the hammer back in Uh... and we barely breakin' even It's three hours of sleep and even them is in the P.M Spending every waking moment hoping we get back to Eden Ain't nothing wrong if that's what you believe in I'm resigned to be the last one breathing It's moderately ironic, I'm asthmatic Chronic tobacco smoker But I'm told that Moses was a stammerer Still he managed to hand a whole nation a code Wait in the cold for the fire Spark a light, raise it up into the sky in the igniter Got a coat of mad accelerant to blow it even higher That old sh** expired, we the newest group of writers Inciting the youth to exercise God-given rights Proof: you see God in the light that's a god on the mic It might be some gods in here tonight And if it is I pray they show me what we working towards What we sacrificing and stealing and lying for I ain't tryna settle for 30 second commercials anymore Put your money where my mouth's at, circle come full See we reworking the rules, 'bout to revert to these tools And unearth the birth of cool, show you first hand Make it you take it personal Ain't no worry wasted on the worth they placin' on it The laymans who lay they hands on it, more power to 'em I hope they lead the whole town to ruins And the crown in a pool of urine, blood on the tomb I attest they got the spirit of the West runnin' through 'em I'mma ride for 'em, testify for 'em, die for 'em And when I go, I'll hold a couple spots the other side for 'em Uh! And that's the business Yeah, we stand before God, who y'all callin' to witness? Yeah, that's the business Yo, we stand before God while y'all callin' some b**hes