Bad twins...like...rolling on a bike
But the back wheel just don’t act right
Or binary stars, seen from afar, shining hard
But one is sloppy...because Apollo shot me
Caught me in the side got my pride spilled my coffee
Ought to confide in the pride but mufasa died
Thoughts align, but your thoughts are all asinine
Last in line with these hypocrites with an axe to grind
...signals getting lost as they travel down a broken spine
Closing time...surgically impose my
Mind on sutures...cosmically kama sutra’d
Giving birth to words, you’ll deserve in the future
Putrid... that’s all I can say
If you'd been fluent spewing runes you would be with me today
Instead you useless stupid noobs ain’t got a clue left to save
You coulda woulda shoulda didn’t and there’s too much at stake

All i meet is infinite rubes on and Infinite loop
I bet Acting like an infant that’s your infinite mood
Bad twin incident... i be on that infinite fugue
Cue the bad news it’s time for you to vamoose
Let loose, skidaddle...off to battle
The legends of conformity, normalcy often addled
...the Major went and tattled on the Colonel, now
...Who’s plotting to be...General
Headed out doubt and confusion my story
Regretted it the second i said it in the morning
Regret that i got indebted i swore it
Pouring over texts and i’m vexed like we was warring
Distressed by the mooring, damn, the ship went out to sea
Now we have to go out to Galilee
But we’re lacking a savior whose gait can contest the waves
...I guess we can’t all be saved

All enslaved, go to Rome... we’ve a road to pave
Lead the way, but can we trust the lope of a stray
And can we trust the steps of yesterday, let’s forget that just today
we get the lesson a confession born of masquerade
Esher’s stepping, but dimensions just don’t work that way
Hurts to say… your intentions led where serpents lay
But have i earned a space... in their Merchant game,
fake churches heel turn and burn... or return the faith
Spurn the wraiths, as we let go of memories, entropy earned this space
Learned its place, see how order informs that all chaos is more than waste
Purchase the words and then burn the tapes Furnace is burning i’m worlds away
Versed in a search for a servant to burden with herding the vermin I’m cursed to play
Urge the sleigh, rehearse for emergency, purge the fakes with no sense of urgency
Leap over hurdles, defeat every vertical, Hercules’ strength, in a vessel that’s born of clay
Spurning a burgeoning claim, verging on curt, nursing my way through the pain
Surgeon of turning away curses incurred since the birth of the plague

Fire air water earth spirit hear it play it out
Son of man gonna burst steer clear it’s played out
Even sinners are devout to the broke deities
To God’s ear from our mouths, shall our prophecy be
With no amenities now we about to face
What kind of men are these? what kind of men will break?
The kind of men who’ll take, jasmine, sandalwood, sage
Strap the past to a stake, and burn their name in the age
Time to change, next page in the book. that’s life
Find your lane, just rage, get a hook that’s right
Saw the light, last night, straight path like the rook
Due to blights, lost rites, and the wrath of the crooks
Getting shook, mistook, but we got these tracks
Different look, good book, gods do not need facts
Heaven’s chaff, burnt wax, with the voice of a god, bleed
To black, feedback, we the boys of Anansi