Traum

[Intro: High Priest]
Standing, all clear

[Verse 1: High Priest]
Charge! Shock your chest animate your arms
My spit'll trickle cripple sickles
It'll tickle a little riddle
I'd rather rattle these patterns for battle atoms
In essence edible packages
Biters chattering nerve racking
Hacking your brain's mainframe
Butane flame, same pain
Slain anguish
A bad language? in a cage in my head
Ego says Priest is the kid?
? off the stolen staco with hole my clothes
Please remember to give your teacher this note
I was told I would doze
My flow's knock holes in your prose?

[High Priest]
Knocking, all clear

[Verse 2: High Priest]
Roger! Float? Dislodge in a modular launching
Air to land watching
At an angle perpendicular, no particular order
Daunting words, flaunting cats
Wanting fame so bad, they kill for it
Out of your category slam gory
Patterns of allegory
Manhattan's story, rats, the 40 story falling
Buildings topple
No proper candle? on the news, it's 6
I move through the sticks
Like the Viet Cong in the swamps
Fatigue camo
Cats wanna breed? to war but need ammo
Murder me at the stake and spit a thousand shells
And I spit back with a round of a cappells
Right

[Verse 3: High Priest]
My style compels MCs to check themselves
My cells from cytoplasms
Over the chasms embedded
Rage n behead it?, slage did it? with the blaster cannons
I strike back on a track, I made a pact
Run back under the black
Shroud the night, a vow never to bow