Moths

[Verse 1]
Got the moment at gunpoint
Poet with the current paint
You'll never see the current break
That's a recurring trait with the greats
They got courage, and an heir apparent fate
Paradise is a feeling, not a place
The last emperor freestyling with vast metaphors
Short tempers, and Egyptian temples
Becomin Pharaohs, we are becoming God
Dual personalities once you lift the facade
The gift is the curse
Hitting the curve ball
Author of history books
But Author of his own downfall
Genius but amongst gods
He's dubbed a villain, inspiring awe
But a bone cold chilling evil all seeing
No trusting and no dreaming
Conquering fears as well as cities and demons

[Chorus]
Let them Cling to the light
I'll be chillin in the night
I practice peace
But I'll be willing to fight
I need to Get my psyche right
Sike, I'm slightly psychotic
Hip hop patriotic
And the moths rising hypnotic
Drawn to the hot sauce
But gone when the drop cloth drawn

[Verse 2: Wasabi]
Education concerning
Improvisation, risk taking and learning
Iconic flow
Following the Napoleonic Code
Antiquity in my eyes
Sincerity in my lies
Distorted self portrait
Up for you to interpret
Once you break through the Fortress
Or just look at what's important
Fortune teller baffled
A half yellow rapper
Propeller backwards
I never chop it up, I just rap it
Ignore the means
The result is what matters
Let the meaning in the lyrics swing first
Don't try to beat um, tie um up
And get a confession out of um
You may never get what you need
If you never forget the means
I can't remember The next time that I trust fall
I stay in the shadows but I'm one step in front of yall

[Chorus]
Let them Cling to the light
I'll be chillin in the night
I practice peace
But I'll be willing to fight
I need to Get my psyche right
Sike, I'm slightly psychotic
Hip hop patriotic
And the moths rising hypnotic
Drawn to the hot sauce
But gone when the drop cloth drawn