Wasteland

t's just another day in this Wasteland

We've got to change our game plan

Or else we'll die by the same hand

Just another day in the Wasteland

My realm is ruled properly

Pharaoh of the frontier, I overwhelm Pythagoras and Socrates

One spear, force exerted from the ?Dawntien?

An archer practicing the art of Zen

Leaving marks on men even in the season when darkness blends

From black, purple, to crimson

An exact circle matches my dimension

Give my regards to Osiris in your trip to the land of the dead

God sun fire dismisses eclipses, lifts myths from your head

Purge, submerge, reemerge shining nerve endings in the spine

Curve on my staff, similar to vines

Remember the time I entered the mind on impulse

Cause halt

Similar to shock

Take up thoughts

More than intricate plots

Plus lock logic and simplicity

Hot intensity

Mentioned previously

Back issues, my black tissue

Bathes my essence in sinew

Relinquish all belts and championship titles

Proper and broken English recitals

Panic when the black lion wants to fight you

Get aggressive, you'll get beat to your recessive genetics

Not Yacoo, but my word's law when I drop jewels

I prefer waves that ooze at the apex

Spraying kisses, left vacant

From my amazing smooth cadence

You's a fool, I'm just a tool used by the ancients to change this

Just another day in this Wasteland

We've got to change this game plan

Or we'll die by the same hand

Just another day in the Wasteland

It's nothing pleasant

I'm coming clandestine

Marbles boiled in oil until they crack

Packed in bottles, and set molotovs

Relax long enough to swallow, I light the cloth and toss

Impossible mission

Unprofitable position

I seem to come to the utmost diabolical decision

The king's drum, I cut throats with large incisions

Killer bees buzz and hum, I unleash a gullible roar in the system

In water, I'm broadest

Amphibious, this man's a swift crocodile

Coptic star child

In the skies, I am a sun

My world is a desert of flames, there is no escape

Baked hotter than pottery courtesy of Antares

Unworthy wishy-washy men repeat weak

Corny stories of ghetto glory

Surely my stiletto be soiled from each that brought me turmoil

Thoughts uncoil

I spring into action

Bringing frankincense and jasmine

Potpourri of poetry

Slowly she goes into spasms

Behold the holiest of all interactions

Uncontrollable passion

She makes my resurrection session such a blessin'

Our connection

Wise is time spent to repent for transgression

What could I say for a queen to look this way

Sometimes I want to cry, but still I travel the countryside

Searching for the perfect flower

Tears running from my eyes, each drop more sour than the last

Staring into the future, devouring my past

It's just another day in this Wasteland

We've got to change the game plan

Or we'll die by the same hand

It's just another day in this Wasteland

Rage gauged in terms of pain

Staring into her eyes, realizing it's in vain

Simple vanity

Mental profanity

Curse this God-forsaken rock

Marked by my dark side, divide vibes

Apartheid streams from Soato, Watts, to blocks oppressed and in bond

Advanced thought, lessons I'm on

Seven storms born in my cauldron of eight

Trigrams, monkeys cooked to purification

Filterization, water treatment

Exercise, training, black rhino mats

Mind blow, illustrious

Somewhat succulent

The divine diaries plugged in through auxiliaries

Begin to pop

Bounce, rock to my talk

Thrill-kill a boredom heartbroken soldier

Start smokin' jokers

Wild cards, odds drop, passes in the cassock

At the light

I like to check my averages

All sorts of various types of freaky-deak tactics

Mr. Mass is fantastic

Create nouveau classics

Who's Joe with the plastic?

It doesn't matter, this shit's about to last, kid

It's just another day