i'm voices in your subconscious, knots in your intestines.
crescent moon attack stance if you glance at the mic.
i'm unlike all types,
can't master breakin necks cause they need more gigabytes.
i can't escape my thoughts.
my mind spirals until the vinyl stops.
hoot and survive the rock.
experience the quickening, the light appears to be flickering.
take a hit, I get into your brain like an opium stick.
