[ /nɛk jʊər prəˈtɛkt dɪˈsaɪpəl, ˈmɒdərn eɪ/ ]
[ /jɑː ˈdæmɪdʒ aɪl kruː, jʊər brɪŋ/ ]
[ /ˈkænɪstər ðə ʌv aʊt frʌm ˈwɪp-ɪt ðə hɪt/ ]
[ /ˈlænsər, ˈmɜːrkjʊri ə ˈdraɪvɪŋ ˈskaɪˌwɔːkər luːk/ ]
[ /ˈænsər ðə aɪm ˈkwɛstʃən, ðə jʊər/ ]
[ /ˈhætər mæd ˈkrʊkɪd ə fɔːr taɪm tiː/ ]
[ /ˈlædər ˈdʒeɪkəbz hɪz ænd ˈɑːrtɪst ˈbʊlʃɪt ə fɔːr ɪkˈspænsɪv tuː/ ]
[ /freɪm maɪnd maɪ ˈbætəl kʊd juː θɔːt aɪˈrɒnɪkli ænd/ ]
[ /pəˈθɒlədʒi, sɪk ɡeɪm, truː ðə tʃɛk/ ]
[ /siːd ðə soʊ juː wɛər ˈtʃuːzɪŋ biː ˈnɛvər aɪl ænd/ ]
[ /biː wɪl aɪ huː æm, aɪ huː dɪˈsaɪd juː æz/ ]
[ /maɪnd, jʊər ɪn rɪˈzaɪd ˈdɛvəl ðə ænd ɡɒd/ ]
[ /miː bɪˈsaɪd wɔːks ænd ˈpæsɪdʒ maɪ dɪˈfaɪnz ðæt miː ˈɪnər ðə/ ]
[ /miː tuː ˈspoʊkən hæz hɪmˈsɛlf ɡɒd bʌt/ ]
[ /rɪˈmoʊtli, traɪ stɪl ˈdɛvəlz/ ]
[ /pəˈloʊsi ˈtreɪdər ɪnˈsaɪd ɑːr ðeɪ muːvz, maɪ ˈtɛlɪɡræfɪŋ nɒt/ ]
[ /ˈhæpən ɪt meɪk aɪ ˈækʃən, ˈkæmrə, laɪts/ ]
[ /sɛt ðə klɪər aɪ maɪnd, dɪˈvaɪn ə ʌv aʊt/ ]
[ /θrɛt, ə eɪnt ɪt ˈprɒmɪs, ə ðæts/ ]
[ /sɛt ðə ɔːf aɪm θɔːts, ðə kʌt ˌdɪskəˈnɛkt, aɪ/ ]
[ /miː tiːtʃ kæn ˈmiːdiə ˈsoʊʃəl noʊ ˈreɪdioʊ, noʊ/ ]
[ /miː riːtʃ kænt ðeɪ bʌt/ ]
[ /niːdz ˈdɛvəl ðə wɒt ænd ɡɒd baɪ blɛst briːd ˈdaɪɪŋ ə ɪn/ ]
[ /ʌs, dɪˈfaɪnz wɒt ɪz ˈvaɪələns wɪð ˈsædnəs/ ]
[ /miː tuː meɪk θruː bɪn aɪv wɒt noʊ doʊnt juː/ ]
[ /əˈkeɪʒən, iːtʃ tuː əˈdæpt aɪ/ ]
[ /θɔːrnz ʌv kraʊn tɔːrn jʊər liːv aɪl/ ]
[ /ˈkæprɪkɔːrn aɪm miː-aɪ meɪd ɪt ˈbeɪbi, ə bɔːrn wɒz aɪ sɪns/ ]
[ /triːz pɑːm baɪ briːz beɪ ə ænd/ ]
[ /siːz, ðə əˈkrɒs wɪnd ˈwɛðərd ə/ ]
[ /miː ʌv piːs ˈmɪsɪŋ ænd lɒst eɪ/ ]
[Verse]
I open my eyes to see a distant eternity,
looking for a lost and missing piece of me.
A weathered wood floating across the seas,
I'm that cold freeze a bay breeze by palm trees.
born a Capricorn.
I'll leave you torn crown of thorns I adorn
I adapt to each occasion,
You don't know what I've been through to make me.
combine Sadness and violence thats what defines us,
In a dying breed blessed by God and what the devil needs.
But they can't reach me
No radio, no social media can teach me.
I disconnect, cut the thoughts, I'm off the set.
That's a promise, it ain't a threat,
Out of a divine mind, I clear the set.
Lights, camera, action, I make it happen.
Not telegraphing my moves, they are inside trader Pelosi.
Devils still try remotely,
But God Himself has spoken to me
The inner me that defines my passage and walks beside me.
God and the devil reside in your mind,
As you decide who I am, who I will be.
And I'll never be choosing where you sow the seed.
Check the true game, sick pathology,
And ironically you thought you could battle my mind frame.
Too expansive for a bullshit artist and his Jacob's ladder.
Tea time for a crooked Mad Hatter.
You're the question, I'm the answer.
Luke Skywalker driving a Mitsubishi Lancer,
Hit the whip-it from out of the canister.
Bring your crew, I'll damage ya—
A modern disciple, I'm higher than Eiffel
protect your neck pay the piper im here to collect like a bad debt and your bitch is celibate
im alive fire a form immortal.
