The Kyd - Never Know

It's Cohibas in droves and Hen
Soul preaches from podiums at the Bohemian Grove of phlegm
No reason to slow up them foes freezing when flow begins
The omen's grim, decoding him goes deeper than most of them
Hold the pen like theologians had wrote his hymn
No one can try not to be oblique to him, quotes akin
To explosions in Hiroshima to roast your men
Corrosive, rinse this comedian show of trends
So intense, the cup runneth over rims
With ability and it just comes in loads
And instills the beast inside of my frontal lobes it's been
Ill to see, it's why those sly punks are loathing him
Need an exit plan for y'all, I'm a threat when ammo's spawned
Channel the meth of Hannibal Lect on cassettes, the analog
All your reps be damaged dog, you should jet and scram, be gone
I'm the TetragramMaton, came to address the pantheon
Yeah, you never know
What might transpire as we aspire to the dough
They know this mic life we chose
And this light don't go, it forever glows
Yeah, you never know
When it might just come time for your headstone
The road is cold, more coal than the gold
Only goal is to keep my soul as I arose
From the land of the cornstalks and fentanyl
Bored cops will pressure you, more stops they heckle you
Where the poor rot losing more jobs and destitute
Whores'll snort rock then gorge cock for revenue
I'm stepping through as the warlock you never knew
Ambassador plots, another rapper corpse drops
Lacking your spot when I form thoughts and wreck a tune
Matador's hot to go gore snots and threaten crews
With dimes lurking inserting dick in your sweet hoe
Your diversions, the furthest thing from a G, doe
My verses preserve the signature ethos
I derive words from the urn of Christopher Rios
Since we know that I'm like a Phoenix rose from the ashes
The reason though that you bastards are decomposing in caskets
Game's in a sleeper hold it's bleak for those I'm surpassing
Make hemophobes out of rappers, the CEO of the factions
Yeah, you never know
What might transpire as we aspire to the dough
They know this mic life we chose
And this light don't go, it forever glows
Yeah, you never know
When it might just come time for your headstone
The road is cold, more coal than the gold
Only goal is to keep my soul as I arose

Written by:
Shane Miller

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