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Downplayed past
got to kno me too fast
not da kid you think i am
dis aint a nursery n i aint sam
doctor said da discoloration's a stigma
i think my iris leaks my evil enigma
look at me say im swole
na but my hatred makes my muscles whole
scars on my arms
hang like wars on demon charms
joke wit femmes bout wakin up in salient ecstasy
false i wake all night from flashbacks - violent for who's next to me
outwardly phlegmatic a surface calm
my brain static harbors constant qualms
the dark images of your nightmares
is my reality, i live wat you fear
they say any thug busts slugs
but a real killa stabs
but im past the shankin hugs
i kill niggas wit infinite strikes to the abs
straight strangle a nigga dead
starin each other down til he stare at da back of his head
you thought that telekinesis n telepathy was fake
you naive cause both of those things reside in my wake
dont think demons n angels fight far up in the sky
my demon steady tryna talk to me, i can SEE him, he right here by my side
backwards writin, horror films, symbols, places, n objects
watch people fall in to demon traps jus a piece of The Prince's project
you think the music you listen to sometimes has no point
beings revealed to me that some artists worship conjoint
i sit like a gargoyle observin da city
my eyes hold you but hold no pity
i set da line far back so no one could eva cross it
dont eva try to find it - it'll be the day my demon lost it
Downplayed past
got to kno me too fast
not da kid you think i am
dis aint a nursery n i aint sam
doctor said da discoloration's a stigma
i think my iris leaks my evil enigma
look at me say im swole
na but my hatred makes my muscles whole
scars on my arms
hang like wars on demon charms
joke wit femmes bout wakin up in salient ecstasy
false i wake all night from flashbacks - violent for who's next to me
outwardly phlegmatic a surface calm
my brain static harbors constant qualms
the dark images of your nightmares
is my reality, i live wat you fear
they say any thug busts slugs
but a real killa stabs
but im past the shankin hugs
i kill niggas wit infinite strikes to the abs
straight strangle a nigga dead
starin each other down til he stare at da back of his head
you thought that telekinesis n telepathy was fake
you naive cause both of those things reside in my wake
dont think demons n angels fight far up in the sky
my demon steady tryna talk to me, i can SEE him, he right here by my side
backwards writin, horror films, symbols, places, n objects
watch people fall in to demon traps jus a piece of The Prince's project
you think the music you listen to sometimes has no point
beings revealed to me that some artists worship conjoint
i sit like a gargoyle observin da city
my eyes hold you but hold no pity
i set da line far back so no one could eva cross it
dont eva try to find it - it'll be the day my demon lost it

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