InverXion - Inxeption

Chorus:

InverXion reflection injecting healing inXeption;
With inventions intentions retention I am infecting;
From the land that is promised I am oil ranching;
And when the rain hits the surface it is soil blending;

Verse One:

Hot ten tot tongue;
My words do not sleep, neither slumb;
Conversations with the Khoisan’s;
Communication with people of the sun;
Black and white uniformed on a nun;
I carry my purpose and start to run;
Pacing up bullets shot from a gun;
My bank accounts, are loading up on automated funds;
Those are treasures from the three in one;
Bring it back a thousand times like the weight of a ton;
Abracadabra waving wands;
Captain Morgan sailing on rum;
Denominator that fraction sums;
Antiseptic detergent to slums;
Fresh breath to a bleeding gum;
Alleviation of inflammation to a cyst or a lump;
21st street is where we jump;
It's time to feast, main course, sirloin steak and beef of rump;
I feed until my belly looks like it got a bump;
Got more goose than Donald Duck, and trump;
Photographic when nailing thump;
Fingerprinting on your right thumb;
Combination of the safe unifies;
My spring waters purify;
The south gets cold in June-July;
No need for you to pry;
Is it the truth that got you to lie;
I see them as they brutalize and scrutinize to crucify;

Verse Two:

There was a rain age;
There was a clay age;
There was a stone age;
There was an ice age;
There was a dark age;
There was a light age;
Now we are in the information age;
I was gone and came back at 33, years of age;
I live eternal and pass age;
I am Buckey Seven with a pen and page;
Seven keys on a rampage;
I write scriptures on a papyrus page;
Both sides of the same page;
Eagle feathers dipped in ink, I'm illustrating on that same page;
My kitchen aroma is sage;
My paper payroll is sage;
I am Mr Grey under a green shade, of money trees that are of sage;
Been groomed by a wise man who goes by the name, of Sage;
Writings on the, tablet stone, interpretations are sage;
I'm the prophesied X, moving in various, colours of range;
Living and giving, love in range;
Fire flames, is in range;
Check the vowels, One word with more than one meaning, is strange;
For a better future, things gotta change;
I am still, truth enraged;
And It's an outrage how they are enraged;
That InverXion is out the cage;

Verse Three:

Anti Clockwise I steer the fear;
Exorcism to all the queers;
Young, old and all peers;
I burn the cancer detected in a pap smear;
I see the invisible crystal clear;
I stab evil with a flaming spear;
Till it reflects and start to appear;
Back stabbers get blind spotted, from the rear;
More light to the earth surface from the troposphere;
I got more heat than the other side of the O-Zone in the atmosphere;
Tax collection is a racketeer;
That's the truth I would rather hear;
And exceed in speed when I change the gear;
I'm about twins like Roger, in Sister, Sister with Tamera and Tia;

Written by:
DALMAINE DAMICO LORENZO COCHRANE, DEVAGEN ALBERTS

Publisher:
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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