The Wilderness

[Verse 1: Cyrus Malachi]
Man, I'm about to start shit [?] Antarctic
In fact the violence is cathartic, the silence of hardship
Deprived kids become grownups, committing hold ups
Turn you to worms like Cold Cuts
On the corner with you [?], flung you alive like donuts
Bees in the hive, honey roll ups
Caress [?] dicks press chicks with my swole nuts
Swallow a pole up then they soak up
I'm a higher echelon, bespoke bars like Benetton
Put you in the cloud like Verizon with the spook gods you're depending on
MCs I'm bombing like Lebanon
Careful if knowledge is the legs that you're stepping on
My square left 'em falling, make wack MCs feel awkward
Solicit my skills like ecstasy pills, when's there clever rent to be spilled
My metaphors are mechanical drills piercing the skin surface
I'm as solid as a rock, you been nervous
Amateur lip service, clamp you to lit circuit
Perfect it with the verses
That's why rappers leave in hearses