Illusions Of Reality (Schrodinger’s Cat)

[Verse: Coal Cash]
Your style’s superfluous while I’m well-conversed in the merciless
Immerse yourself with Smurfs who cheer your verse in all its worthlessness
Purpose of circuses, no one purchased from what your surplus is
Surface and get dispersed, heads burst from the megahertz of this
Impervious superlative, the world you live’s a urinal cake
Creating infernal circles, brains curdle from this eternal hate
We make infernos of Sterno for what you’re egging on
Pagan gods were capsized when I was baptized in Phlegethon
Pounding a Jägerbomb before I transform to Megatron
Buddhist-palm your chest—all that was left is your legs and arms
I’m raging on like Agent Orange after a day in ‘Nam
I bomb where you stay and slipped away before it raised alarm
Tasing your mom, I’m armored out, I got no doubts I’m calm
Beyond omega stage, sharp as blades on Vega’s arm
Blazing traum ‘til I’m out this world like Major Tom
Gone are the days in cage, raising bars like I’m raging Kong
Amazing, harm the pernicious ‘cause my heart’s vicious
Malicious neurons, an oxymoron like smart bitches
I’m part Crixus mixed with Macbeth, fucking dark witches
My mistress is death, suckle her breasts like a shark kisses
The narcissist, muddy marsh to my scarred meniscus
Promiscuous admiral, vaginal blood fart visage
Sophisticated, sedated, I satiated a taste that wavered
Faith in the highest grace, hiding my face in every place it hated
I saved the knot and saved the twat, made it crave the cock
Stocking the mooseknuckle, guzzling puddles out a fuckhole’s crotch
I’m lots of trouble, there’s no rebuttal when the muzzle flash
If the ass is looking bubble, my cock’s a cudgel, leave the butthole smashed
Amass rubble, tryna shovel through, buried alive
Thrive to be legendary, contrary to cemeteries inside
Hyde and Jekyll, the rectal tyrannosaurus, I flourish
In doggy-style—call it Canis Majoris
A purist outlandishly boorish, command a clitoris
Malnourished, the culture famished—watch it vanish before us
See the forest for the trees, it’s algor mortis for emcees
Tryna squeeze into a spot to stop where hip-hop will proceed
A sick cop shot your seeds, they grip Glocks and believe
Their need for preservation exonerates ‘em when we can’t breathe
They recant and deceive, they revamp and concede
They leave planting the seeds to the hands of a band of thieves
A brand for the back of your hand for these debit scans to read
‘Cause their greed enslaves man, delusion of grandeur far exceeds
A need for apotheosis, believing their God was Gnosis. They hope
If they boast enough, they’ll be close to construct its opus
Destructive focus turns ‘em to locusts, it’s fucking atrocious
Approach without concern, so I discern freeing Chronos is hopeless
Hocus pocus is bogus like abracadabra
Fabricated a boon. If it’s a doom, it will gather cadavers
Buffoons would rather the hazard if half of it matters
So slathered in innocent blood, climbing above, chaos the ladder
Séance to gather the spirits for these Homunculus
This is a chakra-shocker, fire ayahuasca off a drunken fist
I’ll punch the shit out this life like Berserker Barrage
I’m God’s camouflage, outside the lodge to usurp the mirage
A squad in one man backed by these mythical beasts
Uplifting this rap shit like I’m Atlas at a physical peak
My principle’s deep, and I speak with invincible speech
Vs. principalities and immorality that fallacies keep
To reap the galaxy, to beat immortality’s sleep
And seek finality where reality and analogies meet
And you can take that deep!