Basimilus

[Verse]
Whatchu know about the future or the past
I’m  stitching up the sutures so they last
Put  a morph on the kick drum, hit one
Dialing in the mod, do the math
A monster, I launch from the swamp
Wade  in the water but was made for the top
All  to the alter, I never fade, never falter
I push waves ’til their eardrums pop
With  basimilus from the beginning
I’m skinning any kids in the vicinity
Swinging for fences in nine innings
And spitting this litness litmus that liquifies fillings
‘Cause  I’m fit to be killing it solo, I never divide winnings
So many lights but no stars
Cameras pointed at black tar
I opened up the game like a scar
And they’re still upstream, I’m too far