Malachi

Lord Sun, war drums, sword swung
No matter how many die, more comes
Vagabonds, whoredom
The wrath of God is awesome
Those of you who speak with fork tongue
You chose the beast, insecure ones
I rose to my feet from the poor slums
Like a god of Greece made of Porcelain
When I priest, distributed the destinies
I made me the inspector of the cosmos, heavenly
I proclaim again and again the great radiant bull
The deities protect mе as I close my lids
My name should be God-forbid
Rеwrite the sarcophagus
And real gangstas, light your cigars to this, marvelous
Know thy self, the cobra’s help
Like Aaron’s staff, preparing my craft
Close to hell, the magician’s tomb
My wrist is consumed
I’ve written your doom
Brazen serpent
Raised and worshipped
Then the [?] turns back to a rod
Switch the mic like trick cards
Ishtar, a moody [?]
I run over planets for big yards
We accompany you to your journey to the netherworld
Ice is water, two tons of fun are the weather girls
Just us, dimensional
Messages are subliminal
Shoutout to Brother J
Black Watch, I just listened to them the other day
“Take your time,” my mother used to say
Lucid memories, there’s a tunnel at the end of the light