VON POE VII - American Ultra lyrics

Introduction: Okay. Just ride with me, just vibe with me [Verse One] That Beauty and The Beast flow Addicted to the pain I'm fighting shadows off in the rain Under a cloud of jaded echos My comfort was abandonment I was too real to fit up in their boxes They couldn't handle it So we travel across the universe In search for the golden necklace They're saying that That boy seven is back up on his d**h sh** Feeling blessed for what I've conquered For the lessons learned I'm honored You pay the cost to be the boss And I'm just happy I ain't faltered Cigarillos to the broken ghettos My fallen fellows Some liquors for your pains I pray your memories stay eternal And cemetery under moonlight Stalking him The raven is watching him The god in the flesh on the steps Until these devils ain't an obstacle [Chorus] American Ultra American Ultra America Ultra What is life but immortality Searching for the fallacy American Ultra The raven in the darkness Grew to love without a heart, kid [Verse Two] You want the truth infused Quoted with the lines from the booth Now should I lie to my fans And direct them how to all "stay true" Should I ride for the crew During dark times when jail is the noose Is my value reflected in views Am I better than you See when we die We cry to Heaven's Gate Our flesh to the dirt Put a kiss on the curse What's the worst That they could do to a Hearst See I was there for the birth And a cry of joy Was the only thing that I heard Some nurses were chanting verses As I awoke from the earth They said "The Nazareth's awoken" A golden robe I was bathed in ornaments With a manifesto of Chosen I'm here to save yall from the torment Spit flames against the Omen My apologies I've been lost But I understand my destiny Crucify to me the cross my n***as [Chorus] American Ultra American Ultra America Ultra What is life but immortality Searching for the fallacy American Ultra The raven in the darkness Grew to love without a heart, kid [Hidden Freestyle: Vek] Cerebralism, does that make me a "Cerebralist"? Maybe cause I diagnose my flaws And search for feebleness Anytime of Evilness I jab it with a mental needle tip And make the needle drip Out onto a steel dish Then I examine it All I see is famine and Suffering abandonment Can't be smoking Cannabis Always where the vital mask I never speak the literal And never check my Psycho-Pa** Cause I'd be a latent criminal I can't self destruct So I detonate the dominator Before it detonates me and dominates You can draw the pages I'd be a fugitive of the corrupted Sybil System I am a fugitive of what you'd call a Civil System Some say a system works But there is a flaw that tends to lurk And it's puttin you hard into the dirt Back to that very first square that you always were Trying to slaughter egotism Either bring the heat or miss em Just another rare case of Chronic-Type Cerebralism