Miggs Son Daddy - Toccata & Fugue

Take some chalk and draw a circle surrounding the ceremony
Light a candle and place it directly in the center for me
It's the story of glory and riches, dormant with all of your wishes
Exploring more than what's written, sometimes it's morbid and wicked
Orbital thinking, interested in different perspectives
Infinite dimensions, shifting the spectrum, lessons and questions
'Cause the ego in you, it recognized the evil in you
I believe it, 'cause I've seen what that power turns people into
Read a little past the preface, see it's not what you expected
My method's reflective of a bigger picture, no singular section
Literary tools equipped, lunatic, think I'm losin' it
Cooler than Ferris Bueller, I'm too legit, fuck the stupid shit
This is my rubrick written in ruby ink for you to get
Your molecules in sync with the luminous way I'm groovin' it
Super sick wit the Venom while you Marvel at the villain
I'm carvin' initials in him with a disc like I was Krillin
Fillin' cracks with a lyrical spackle, what a spectacular tactic
Radical, graphic palette, suggestive, progressive, yet classic
Blasphemous basilisk, even my breath is miraculous
This passage is sacrilege, but my rap is immaculate
Burnin' cannabis sativa with leaders from other planets
Seated lavish, drinkin' cab out of chalices, eatin' Caesar salads
Feasible matters to those who easily shatter
Repeatin' this blabber could possibly lead to the Rapture
Barbarian stature, chillin' like a bear with a bachelor's
In a chair with a backward hat and a pair of flappers
Baring their flappers
Rappers actin' funny, practicing wackness for money
If you're askin' Sonny - all I say is
Fuck it - all of the internet - pass me a Dutchie

Written by:
Maxwell Lipson

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find