Melek Taus

Yo, this track oozin' dope shit, it's a fiend's arm
I'm dabbin' like a surgeon, up in the ER
Another one under the belt claimed another one
Under the Belt Parkway, I'm pulled over in a clean car
I bleed hearts, smokin' potheads, 'til the room smell like weed sparks
Psychic ability and street smarts
All my music promote drug use but the plan's held (Word)
What I banked the fans felt
I'mma empty all my garbage on your domepiece like Howie Mandel
When the shit goes down in crab shack, I'm dumpin' mad shеlls
K-1 high, I'm super lit
Stupidness
Mask off, and move to this
Whеther you in a shootin' binge
Or you a Crip or Su-wooin' shit, life fuel to this
I'm so underground, I don't even fuckin' care, I'm still doin' this (Word)
I'm from Westchester, it's not just a night's place
Yeah, it's suburbia, and the white's great (Hi)
But it's also date spots, in the night shade
We get the Whitesnake hype, from the Bronx crime rate
Parkin' lot fight range, we got high grade LSD
PCP, powder forms, or liquidised K
Outsiders, catch a three-week binge off a night stay
I remember when Harold from Kids (Word, word, I remember that)
Sold bootleg jeans out the train station in white plains
You just burn in self-residue, I'mma scrape you off the pedestal
This just a better school (Better?)
I got students, from 44 year old carpenters to tie-dye dreaded, milennials
Dissin' the sexuals, on a second thought
On second notes, I'mma rush you, like seminals
Fans hand joint with the median, my ghost carry me
Punchlines, bloody like that Carrie scene
The weed kerosene, still hangin' in there like Carrie? Dean?

Outro:

You have chosen the path of courage to be sacrificed, a journey to your heart very dark even down below, many blessings on you, son, you're an example of great (?) and (?), come back safe and open up the wizard (?)