Transfiguration process, catharsis
Roll old school banging type II darkness
grave yard drive by raise carcass
New lost souls for the back walled garden
God, please just let me line your fucking pockets
I need a new spirit box and excess profits
in the name of trickle down economics
No longer a person, now just a product

Fuck owning masters // I’m getting plastered
Licking the boots of my captors
Fat rat in a cage what i’m after
Blast cash out my ass, it don’t matter
Stackin coin like jenga blocks
When it falls down blow my whole fucking head off
Watch epics shit stocks hit top
Till then i’ll milk the drug problem press till i drop

Into excess hot mess sells records
No go live till the feed get severed

Like my only link to credibility
Oh well guess the scene is gonna hate me
Run analysis on my authenticity
I’m a blank slate filled with hate and synchronicity
All luck one hit then i’m out
Obscurity no talent no clout
Whatever’s trending that’s what i’ll spout
Homogenization, dust in a drought

Into excess hot mess sells records
You got the wrong guy, there's been a grave error
Whatever