Mood Cru - The Grey Lapsed Priest (feat. Moud-E)

Slackin on the intro, detectives searching in the night
Loud hairy arab, a pal I seen, he fit the type
6 foot fuck you, my height resides in sacred rites
Blessed with bipolar, a former curse became the light
Basic bio bitch, modified my plight to a pitch
Been higher than a god, kissed the devil with my dick
Oh moudy, you promised introspection
Passed the inspection, left my psych ward with tethered tension
Misdirection, temper tantrums, burned myself to feel some pleasure
Torn in shambles, my temple tangled, mangled by the infinite angle, wait ohhhh
Wrecked my own finesse, depressed acquiescing
Wrecked my own for less, wraith of all endsssssss
Sands summoned me, Ramallah kept the blade at bay
Isolation, slave to reign, foreign feint to lands I crave
Lapped the wall, taste of taint, absolution in the veins
Guard me from the promised pains of gods I've rattled off and maimed
Often slain, slit myself, slip and fade, slit slit
Clip the crutch, average day: a freebase, sip sip
Naysay, replay, rebuild, maintain? No
Reframe my atoms writhing round pounding passions
Passing phases of myself fantasizing on my patterns
Blasting weightless as a hazard to all that grip my chasm
To all who would assassin, to all who drip inaction
I think and then I ration, I feel and then I tax em
I am the one that masters, I am the one that serves
A curve, inert, symbolize the cure in words, a verb of will
Return to nil, the self is ill if it's not yours to kill
It's mine to spill, a limber soul forever tilled
Forever me, to spite the film, to plant the seed
Let me breathe, oh I will be, oh I will be

Monster in my rhythm, I don't flex, I invest
I attest, I'm an effervescent fellow heeding less
Fleeting flecks, atoms spread across the metaverse I kept
Loosen thoughts from my quiver, quintessential in arrest
As a pest, I would peddle love and kindness as a weapon
Round the troops to storm the heavens, crowned my loops as kings of peasants
Shrouded happenstance, circuits dance, wired with my brethren
Pry the hope, numbing copes, coded goals in the present
What, have you checked your misperception?
Alone and disconnected, have you choked on your depressants?
Bemoan your adolescence, assess the Buddha's presence, a leper leopard
Never severed, pray the pressure festers
Pray your pretender never shows his face to be clever
I leap and then I splinter, release my knowns to wither
I rip and then you blither, babble as bastards schism
My scars a pleasant prison, from far this looks like wisdom
Up close reveals a witness, Jehov molests his mistress
Behold nothing's existence, is this it or forgiveness
So bold in bliss, pivot
To hold is straining prisms
My light will die, finish
The end has no end has no end has no
Limit, we stay living livid, we prey on simpin sinners
We came, we slain, written
In wombs of every villain, we birth the new edition
We are the paradoxin

Written by:
Mahmoud Yacoub

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