Once my tongue speaks through this pen
it forshadows Kemetic curses
Accumulating wicked deeds
I measure if your potential was really worth it
Left without a unit, excommunicated
to where the worms inherit the worthless
Evaporated to limited searches
as the public no longer signaling into your verses

Watching the breath of a career evaporate in flames, boiling the liquidity of it’s oxygen
As it journeys deep into the tunnel & the mouth of inferno, now disfigured into a sigogglin
Escorted by inverted gentlemen to where the Ba of invators of innocence & peace imprisoned in
The fords, Rothschilds, & Littermens, the chior of death hymms the voice of the devil whispering

The Fall Of The Brim, The Fall Of The Brim

Eyeing beside you
The Fall Of The Brim
Letting you Eye loose
Calling The Voice That’s Within
Spotifying your eye tunes

Transferring a message when you're troubled within
Helding off a deep end
Soaking in the ocean of sin
Pouring into the cycle, addicted again
Weighing my human investments from the blood of my pen
Ingested by Time, as the beast clocking it's grin