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[Verse 1: Entropy]

Hell, I'm walkin' through it
Talkin' fluently to devils
Fucking congruent to no one
No ones on my level
I'm equal to angels broken to pebbles fallin' to earth
Given 9-5 schedules from birth, I told em
I was different
Introverted and gifted
Fuckin' perverted and mentally lifted
To levels beyond my opposition
My weapons flow with addiction
To fuckin hip hop and bitches
Im questioning my position
This diction is universal
Given with rhythm whether off the dome or rehearsal
Like religion and the pews fill with suicidal circles
I'm confused
Blowin purple in the dark and writtin' verses while I carve my thigh like couples in bark
Avoiden curfews, and
Fuckin in the back of the car
Her mama bought her while he eats her like a shark in the water
Somebody's daughter
I'm confused, the demon is loose
The noose fell through
Listen to what I tell you
Like it's a secret
And cut yourself to the message
[Hook: Entropy]

I ain't talkin' 'bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style
All the bitches go crazy, cuz the groove's wild
Talkin' bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style
All the people go crazy, cuz the groove's wild
Talkin' bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style
All my homies go crazy, cuz the groove's wild
Talkin' bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style
All the- Go- Cuz the- Wild

[Verse 2: Entropy]

You are me, I am you
I am all, I did shoot
Did not fall, hit reboot
Shut the system down and run it
Steppin' in the booth, see these rappers run in
The line between, hesitation and preparation
The line between supportin for the fam. and
Gettin money like a bitch with logo shirts and Jordan laces
Lookin' at all the faces
Voices I hear are paintin'
Subconsciously drawing pictures of Angels, demons and satan
Heaven is steamin'
All the apostles are screamin'
Waitin' for illustrations like this one to fill up the vacant pistol
Put it up to your mental
Pullin' the trigger quickly to watch you land in a pool of your misery
Which is history to me because I put it in the bullet and shot at the mystery figure
That was the mirror
Look at the image you shattered, you see it clearer?
The time is nearer, hear the words you're sayin' or read the lips of the broken glass
Forget the past, move forward, off with the head of satan, the head of man
Be patient, the blades dull but it can cut your fuckin' hand
Apply the pressure, no hesitation