[00:00.000] 作词 : Walter Reed
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Walter Reed
[00:06.895] I’m a cluster B personality through the galaxy
[00:09.627] Luckily, reality is enough to see mentality
[00:13.670]
[00:14.370] I’m the anointed avoided
[00:15.686] Twelve pointed
[00:16.507] Black face look boyish
[00:17.756] Outer space, you’re on my voyage
[00:19.095] No trace of my origin
[00:20.322] No race, no dates, no bosses
[00:22.253] No place of employment
[00:23.669] His case of appointment was around late August
[00:26.317] Disappeared and fed the deers in a lake full of koi fish
[00:29.062] Now all we hear is white noises
[00:30.922] And I’m prepared to write all this
[00:32.714] From day to night ’til I’m exhausted
[00:34.506] I’m paranormal clairvoyance
[00:36.406] Time travel portals I toy with
[00:38.244] Rhymes channel immortals for enjoyment
[00:40.094] The soulful antisocial Goku
[00:42.243] And I’m old school
[00:43.047] So cool I can fly my vocals to Pro Tools
[00:45.820] I just simplify, there’s no rules
[00:47.789] I just improvise how G.O.A.T.s do
[00:49.689] My body of work is double jointed, bending all of the rules
[00:52.518] Stretching the limits of science
[00:54.708] Pulling all of the stops
[00:56.424] My schedule’s flexible with [?], I guess I’m fit to be on top
[01:00.068] My legs triangled in a box
[01:01.759] My Star of David’s stellated
[01:03.563] It carbonated then shape shift
[01:05.308] Each point elongated weightless
[01:07.403] From the [?] of sub Metu Neter
[01:09.367] The edges extended to an icosahedron
[01:11.597] Meditate eyes closed, I’m dreaming
[01:14.159] Final shape dodecahedron
[01:16.114] Time and place old mega regions
[01:18.023] Back to Haitis, I chase the demons
[01:19.817] Shovel for the devil, hope I see him
[01:21.961] I seasoned the phoenix
[01:23.723] Opened up God’s stove
[01:24.852] Throw him in with a bunch of garlic cloves
[01:26.957] Diabolic flows, demonic [?], psychotic [?]
[01:30.866] Pick out the skull, cross bones, tombstones
[01:34.619] I’m a god, my piss is the color of the sun, my eyes are moon tone
[01:38.327] An empath with the pen and pad
[01:39.999] My paragraph of the master class
[01:42.069] I write like I deal with the arts and the magic craft
[01:44.660] Acid tabs
[01:45.831] It’s nothing left in my aftermath
[01:47.707] Black mask, body bags, morphine, quarantine
[01:51.373] They lift the illuminati flag
[01:53.243] Narcissistic children and party dads
[01:55.723] Mothers with attitudes, that’s cluster b
[01:58.242] Complex PTSD
[02:00.244] Poet in post control
[02:01.923] Lack of empathy, no sympathy for the century ‘bout to explode
[02:05.661]
[02:06.375] I’m a cluster B personality through the galaxy
[02:09.349] Luckily, reality is enough to see mentality