Legions

[Verse 1: Illah Dutch]
Reclining velvet seats, trade your life for the price of stones
Packing the raw cone, staring at the darkness
Sharpen the blade before I embark
I'm gripping a blick just like Tony Starks
Gambino luncheon, the gods
Cristal spilling on Cartier frames, taking the reigns of the emperor
Decapitate any contender
Composing swords for the coliseum, buried within stone in a mausoleum
There's reason for execution, friends have become enemies
Golden daggers on the centerpiece, wine grape state venetian sheets
Drink tigers blood like Charlie Sheen
Speaking of finer things, my dreams manifest
Swords cross while I rest, mauraders in the courtyard, the robes goyard
Barricaded in my private quarters, the heir in order, stone pillar
Surrounded border
The lord in hermes, armor and glaive sat on a spiral staircase
Thinking of Vega, I need a fur and gaiters
Burngundy leather in the spaceship, stuffing K clips, my whole aura ageless, putting my face in floral arrangements