The Real

[Cplex]

No one cares anymore
What's up Mr. record exec? We here front door
My freedom of music you don't comply
So I made this track to nut in your eyes
We don't respect ya gangsters, support the faggots and then some
I don't hate you gotta eat right?
Let's step off them
Seeing kids with their butt holes open
Controversy I'm spoken
What you think I couldn't spit? What an idiot
Stupid I get busy, put a muzzle on me?
You can't I'm a grizzly
Bitches love the dick, signatures of they scriptures of the night
I made them feel good

[Taur aka Hymn Downstairs]

I blasted out my skin suit to worlds I've never been to
Time and space ain't really shit, but thin fabrics I rip through
My pen cause the winds to spin oceans into whirlpools
No folks to feel inept to
Or hope that they'll accept you
Fuck you all I'm skating on the deep blue ice of Neptune
Then flashing back to Earth to fuck with you and drive you mental
Free from this rotted bloody flesh and bony vessel
Just hope your god will bless you, like you always hope he'd meant to
Depend on your religion in the prison you confess to
My afterlife's the perfect verse on Primo instrumentals
You've seen a couple mountains? you fancy yourself special?
I walk the Mars terrain to hunt for Martians I can wrestle
Then watch a thousand asteroids, avoiding certain doom
I've seen the Earth rise in skies with dozens of moons
Stars colliding rapidly, the death of living naturally
I'm chillin’ watching supernovas blow in zero gravity
Then peeping supermodels in daisies living so happily
Long legs stretching, picking apples from an apple tree
Creeping with my powers, no longer counting them hours
The visuals I devour with Scar Jo up in the shower