Laundry

[Verse 1: High Priest]
Gun fetish, suicide inverse in vitro
I make the beat go around like parallelogram shaped algorithms
It's the ever ever changing never the same thing changing
Aiming intricate arterial wall
Armor piercing arrows through your spinal
Black rhino to your Kevlar
Death star audio emperor
Contemporary composer
Serial flows feel like dust, I'm vain
Needle popping the weak number six Rust-Oleum
Dripping from the two train
All city acidic epicenter
Indicative of the problem, I'm the cure
AC boy, AD boy, hey b-boy
Act like you know the structure
The ever-fluctuating wave form suction
Of a black hole will crush your world
Function like ghost in essence, in man form
I transform the land you stand on
Ne-e-ervous MC's
Mister freeze High Priest
The ice kings with the nice things

[Hook: High Priest]
Gun talk run New York
Down here we run lyrics, lyrics
Gun talk run New York
But down here we run lyrics

[Verse 2: M. Sayyid]
I sketch the infinite chosen frozen
Gift the shit that splits like tits loose and forty deuce
Tips and keepin' niggas hemoglobin hypertension
The maid for lightbeam
Willy-nilly dollar dream labeled lobby scheme
Maybe you might probably be clean
Bust through seams with the beam
Nigga's are straight one time trigger puller
Rusty voice, big bad wolf
Mimic middle-schooler follow tip hollow flip
Trick seal circus kneel bow for the act
Drama puffed lip quip shit, yo I'll light the wick
Wonder white owl, laugh scowl, foul MC's
In the battle a flash phase, rash plays on stage
Delayed a path like videos pause
Look what that nigga was wearing
Gas tearing off a sheet I bam
Roped a priest in the sun, priest done
Big beast godzilla foot up the spot
Like the chin in your girl's twat
Lean then feel force like you're bustin off
Phlegm porno favorite gem Ono in your Lennon like Yoko
Solo is bipolar modulating
Rolo-bola to your inner flurry like Denver to water
I scurry but niggas is still blurry like a bootleg
Or nerds can't find their bifocal as my vocals slam
Local niggas hyped on decks like WWF
Not connecting, insurrect my nice seam crease
Wait for blessings, M. Sayyid
First birth general empirical umbilical
Miracle lyrical syllable zero in your ass
Fully swat flask of gin sip
Hot sweaty detectives plant outside my crib
As my thought bends your limbs
Round your globe around the strobe make your ear ring

[Verse 3: High Priest]
You are you are now hearing the tri-pinnacle crown jewels
Around fools I school
If you ever forget the elephant sized mastadon
Remember you'll never find the visceral force
I'm just as blinding
Iron Man pulsar ray emitting neon
Freon from a refrigerator full of decapitations
By a man whose hands are cold
Circular saw incision, ipso facto
Exacto blade shave daily bloody razor
Erase the F from fear, add an H for hear, add a T for heart
From the start you want the ending, pretending you're alive
Knowing your marble mouth Marlon Brando mumbles
Will never humble the tag team
Tony Atlas, Rocky Johnson, Rocky the Balboa, Beam, Earl Blaize
And so you know our blades will never be thirsty
No mercy, HP for nonbelievers in the year 4030 AD