"Tetris" lyrics
(feat. Alpha Omega)
It's about time
My lexicon is a hexagon, side at sixes
Light at distance, time and travel's fight resistance
Line in the sand, fire the missiles
Meat in the grizzle, tear through the flesh
Heat up the skyline, aim for the crow's nest
Dead Man's Chest, ocean crest
Lo-fi, Hi-fi, blowfish death
Sow wind, reap the whirlwind breath
Eastward beast and North and West
He eat a beat and then digest, I'm utilizing intellect
By brutalizing, intersecting lines and pentagons of lead
By visualizing images unlimited by walking dead
Symbolize the processes of critical containment red
Why improvise when you can set the lines to paralyze the head
I live for individual residuals of thoughts to shred
My minimizing damages due to synthesizing threads
Chains and strands, brains and glands, hearts and hands, pots and pans
Pyrex beakers, petri dishes, Bunsen burners, rats in labs
Marble slabs, body bags, toes and tags, bloody rags
Drills and scalpels, pills and liquids, overfilled prescription wraps
Where y'all at?
You are not leading the pack
So cold, type to keep you on your toes so I'm told
Where y'all at?
Bodies in the back, oh no
Time to bury you in snow, where'd they go? Yo, yo
Where y'all at?
Fuck with mine and I might snap
Y'all fall, but they already know. So, so
Where y'all at?
Time to face the facts, turned up to the max
Smash, you're getting cracked, ay
Ay
Ice cold companionship, I sold the manuscript
Life, couldn't handle it, so I hold the candle lit
He enjoys it, my ink poison, a bit boisterous
Hear voices, but making better choices
My aching head will wake the dead with satan making noises
A vacant place, create the space he loves and then destroys it
Depth in my investment and the pain has carved a true legend
Absorb my essence or digest a sword with two edges
Too cold, I'm true blue-blooded buddy, get you time study, I'll still leave you gutted
I won't review nothing
Madchild gone, breathe through the wolf's mask
Dagger Mouth, get your throat slashed, broken Coke glass
Procrastinating and I'm so fascinating
Mad's an old fashioned gold dragon, no exaggerating
Kings of Canada again so it's Remembrance Day
I'm an artist, every line's a stroke of Rembrandt's paint
Where y'all at?
You are not leading the pack
So cold, type to keep you on your toes so I'm told
Where y'all at?
Bodies in the back, oh no
Time to bury you in snow, where'd they go? Yo, yo
Where y'all at?
Fuck with mine and I might snap
Y'all fall, but they already know. So, so
Where y'all at?
Time to face the facts, turned up to the max
Smash, you're getting cracked, ay
My lexicon is a hexagon, side at sixes
Light at distance, time and travel's fight resistance
Line in the sand, fire the missiles
Meat in the grizzle, tear through the flesh
Heat up the skyline, aim for the crow's nest
Dead Man's Chest, ocean crest
Lo-fi, Hi-fi, blowfish death
Sow wind, reap the whirlwind breath
Eastward beast and North and West
He eat a beat and then digest, I'm utilizing intellect
By brutalizing, intersecting lines and pentagons of lead
By visualizing images unlimited by walking dead
Symbolize the processes of critical containment red
Why improvise when you can set the lines to paralyze the head
I live for individual residuals of thoughts to shred
My minimizing damages due to synthesizing threads
Chains and strands, brains and glands, hearts and hands, pots and pans
Pyrex beakers, petri dishes, Bunsen burners, rats in labs
Marble slabs, body bags, toes and tags, bloody rags
Drills and scalpels, pills and liquids, overfilled prescription wraps
Where y'all at?
You are not leading the pack
So cold, type to keep you on your toes so I'm told
Where y'all at?
Bodies in the back, oh no
Time to bury you in snow, where'd they go? Yo, yo
Where y'all at?
Fuck with mine and I might snap
Y'all fall, but they already know. So, so
Where y'all at?
Time to face the facts, turned up to the max
Smash, you're getting cracked, ay
Ay
Ice cold companionship, I sold the manuscript
Life, couldn't handle it, so I hold the candle lit
He enjoys it, my ink poison, a bit boisterous
Hear voices, but making better choices
My aching head will wake the dead with satan making noises
A vacant place, create the space he loves and then destroys it
Depth in my investment and the pain has carved a true legend
Absorb my essence or digest a sword with two edges
Too cold, I'm true blue-blooded buddy, get you time study, I'll still leave you gutted
I won't review nothing
Madchild gone, breathe through the wolf's mask
Dagger Mouth, get your throat slashed, broken Coke glass
Procrastinating and I'm so fascinating
Mad's an old fashioned gold dragon, no exaggerating
Kings of Canada again so it's Remembrance Day
I'm an artist, every line's a stroke of Rembrandt's paint
Where y'all at?
You are not leading the pack
So cold, type to keep you on your toes so I'm told
Where y'all at?
Bodies in the back, oh no
Time to bury you in snow, where'd they go? Yo, yo
Where y'all at?
Fuck with mine and I might snap
Y'all fall, but they already know. So, so
Where y'all at?
Time to face the facts, turned up to the max
Smash, you're getting cracked, ay
