Perfect Little Island

Verse 1:
Live from the underbelly of the undead
Eyes shot read by the bloodshed
Twisted mind shape the scenery, skyline Gotham city
Lost minions at street level rocking with me
Obviously an insipid individual
Depict dem sick cannibalistic visuals
A ritual distinct in its principles
Lift the kingdom off its hinges and give it rules
Omnipresence down to the most miniscule
Micro-thief looting the earth for minerals
Allstar world stage player no tricks no gimmicks and no intervals
Live in a land of smoke mirrors and ridicule
Somewhere between the scientific and the spiritual
Bungee outta the clouds
Bury modern text well embedded in the deepest ground
Rediscovered by an era, relic of a pioneerer
Revival of a tribal chief and cult leader

Chorus:
You don't wanna live in the world that I reside in
Wanna live on that perfect little island
But when my intent get inside your mind its time that you were hidin' hidin'
You don't wanna live in the world that I reside in
You wanna live on that perfect little island
But when my intent get behind your eyelids there ain't no hidin' hidin' hidin'

Verse 2:
Emerge from the rubble and debris
Struggling to breathe
Take my first steps and buckle at the knees
Survey the scene through dust metal and steam
To complete my next move running at full speed
Mantra the host of a troublesome disease
Flooding the streets, destruction will increase
Medication immune, so illustrious a feat
Now a generation later still fuckin' with MC's
Summoning the seeds of toil trouble and treason
Raw rugged and teethin'
Get switchin' the seasons, blistering heat
The next minute we freezin' neck twit-chin' and seizing
It seems forever since the temperature-was even
Without even a mention of a reason
(LORD) please hear the peeps pleadin'
Don't let this trespass escape your attention
(LORD) his words defy meanin'
The world that he been in is a land of demons
It speaks to me while I'm asleep and I'm dreamin'
(It keeps me from breathin)

Chorus

Verse 3:
Scene awoke to a nauseating premise
Permeating from a perfectly positioned picture
Mr. Madness, moving in a cavalcade
Ruining your barricades, this is just a matince
You should see the show we have arranged for the witching hour Saturday
That's a depraved and raw type of cabaret
If you ain't a rhymer then son put the rap away
Hackin' at you fakes with 3 katana and dagger blade

Chorus