Pomegranate3

Roll stunts blunts, cards, strings from citars, clouds from cigars, myths from Sumerian gods
Holy whores blowing Boris like a holy Shafar
Hoes acting Hip-Hop naughty, treat her like a Saudi
Blood forming on the pavement like you splashed a 40
I chug Stoli, shadow puppet demons now you're horny
Riveting, no foreplay when I fit it in
Flash forward to my old days how had it been: a dark prince
Left permanent echoes in dark alleys then spark wits
Threw five gold sheckles in a bum's trolley
If not for rhymin how would you get this symbollic rant
I run for president make everything 99 cent
Venus beam splash mad shine from my sun visor, now my thoughts
Dirty like a hick with one incisor
Magnetic field power moves, armored mask, delicate
Balance, Taekwondo on top of pianos
Mood ring finger rigged with a splitter, laser gun cheater
The world's fixed - I piss on missile launchpads and they hiss
Some worship rappers running through a field with their dress furling
That's why I turned off the TV became a brain surgeon
Ever since I watched the brightest minds trapped underneath
So when I can't reach the top I have to drill through the teeth
I seems sick, a mental patients dream tick, hero disorder
Committed in surround sound, swigging placebo water
These monologues nicely framed in megabits
Lusting fame, can't tell if this
Just a game, what benefits
Thus remain to keep selling this pain
In felonious settings, I put the words to this page
In millions of glorious weddings

We bombed this beauty, she got scars to prove it
Just a violent breed, every breath pumps blood to mix the seeds
Prompt to kill, clans made fortunes from this
Yes drones are looking at us, yes go on - resist
Activists hurling Starbucks cocktail, when all else fails
Sick men stack gold just to build they own jail
Son I'm nice with it, I level whole cities to pigeon feathers, And I've seen countless primadonnas fuck themselves. leaving happy trails on mattresses
Nothing wrong with the current batch's wild practices
Once you taste the red granules, value saturates
Flip flesh like spatulas, ignoring addict's shrieks for help
Lakes on fire, gooey metal, primordial mess
Shroomy meadows, Earth possessed
It was here that young mescal fixed his transmitter
And poured his power into little green buttons
That taste bitter. Yet
The new fruit of knowledge revealer and healer
Let's find him together so he can show us the new Eden

"I was able to detect a definite melody. It was a composite of high pitched sounds, like human voices, accompanied by a deep bass drum. I focused all my attention on the melody, and again noticed that the systole and diastole of my heart coincided with the sound of the bass drum, and with the pattern of the music. I stood up and the melody stopped. I tried to listen to my heartbeat, but it was not detectable."