Cult Like

[big thnx to jimmy dyna]

[Chorus: Trellion] x2
A yo cult like
Shadow crew we froze light
So it won’t shine
On you and it’s all mine
Yo, so hold tight
Like girl on a buoy at low tide
We float by but won’t be seen so don’t try

[Verse 1: Trellion]
I plot death through words of old magic
Storm drain buccaneer
Head for the chop shop
Cosmos weed spot
Drop-top the bebop
Slick-talking cryptwalker
“Pitchfork to eyeballs” scenarios are played out
Like a movie scene, screenplay scribbling
Lip-licking passengers, psychedelic cyborgs
Scuba dive level four dankness
Fills my lungs, I feel thankless
Telescope visual
Pinpoint to locate, SWAT team position
They watch me and listen for an inkling of insight
Inside perimeters of death
Now you’re inclined to feast on your insides
Inside the mainframe in search of the last exit
I lay awake at the bottom of the world
In awe of the strange lights
I pass silhouettes of great whites
En route to my grave site
Drainpipe C4
Sellotape explosives to seesaws
In your back garden I’m reborn
Call me Trellion
I take the shape of a praying mantis blazing dankages
My daily medicine
Forget yourself little man, you’re irrelevant
This shit’s a set up
Motherfucker better run for cover
You ain’t shit little man, I’m a veteran
This right here's like my brother from another mother

[Chorus: Trellion] x2
A yo cult like
Shadow crew we froze light
So it won’t shine
On you and it’s all mine
Yo, so hold tight
Like girl on a buoy at low tide
We float by but won’t be seen so don’t try

[Verse 2: Figment]
Ayo, the green life no longer strange and it's so dangerous
It rotates, you can go, but your soul stays
You're lowercase, low grade with your hobby
Sit in the lobby, just chill and order coffee, yo
Pretty Polly started talking now she border collie
I play three-card molly in my haunted folly
Ain't nothing cosy, ain't a cup of cocoa with rosie
Mosey on down the road slowly
Yo, yo (Slowly go)
Floating on a cloud of smoke over mountains
Scoping out the town below
Rope wrapped 'round your throat
Get dragged out the fold
Don't you go shouting, screaming for reasons
There is none
You got absorbed by the system
Of vultures and crows
And told to roll with them
Faggy little man-bag having rap crew
When I catch you I'll put a charge in your satchel
Weak ass MCs I wanna see 'em
One on three 'em
Fighting tigers in the coliseum
Dusty heel relic, tormenting carriages
Rose water washed artifact dragged through the mud
Broken-hearted
Herbin' the Third's bird
In smoky dankness
I could murder a bird's bourbon
Hopscotch
Came to the stage like, 'What! What!'
Shit popped off
Displayed what you've not got

[Chorus: Figment] x2
A yo cult like
Shadow crew we froze light
So it won’t shine
On you and it’s all mine
Yo, so hold tight
Like girl on a buoy at low tide
We float by but won’t be seen so don’t try