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i knew - balt getty & chino xl lyrics

[verse 1]
mind of a rubik’s cube with all the sides of the same color
cursed that i can recite dictionaries in reverse alphabetical order
please try to understand that this is just the ramblings of a madman
that was born with three 6s in the scalp and stigmatas burned into the palms of his hands
now i’m sitting in a circle of scarlet candles like i shouldn’t be
cathartic butchery, modern witchery
tryna unintroduce myself to demons that have tortured me
they come and corner me, making me perform awkward forms of unfortunate
compositions and morally spilling negative rotted awful syllable sorcery
every verse is like i coughed it out orchestrally
questioning my soul celestially
the relevance, the pestilence blessing the essence
it’s evident that decadence is festering
is it these pills or is it just ill philosophically?
is it this meth or is it mephistopheles? (answer me!)
i was never protected, no angel objected when i was stabbed by sharpened objects in the darkness
church path was all lined by blind, bleeding carcasses (and crosses!)
my innocence k!lled in kilometers, follow catholicism documents
childhood clipped by robed gardeners, guess god wasn’t guarding us

[interlude]
(i knew, i knew)
that i was all alone in my drama
creating worlds from words, crying karma
(i knew, i knew)
i couldn’t trust n0body, not even my mama
a child alone left to wander
(i knew, i knew)
the key was get through pain, dirt, blood and horror
every night felt like 30 days till tomorrow
(i knew, i knew)
i had to push the pen harder
or die by the hands of my stepfather
[verse 2]
my omen is ominous, spent more than 11 months in a homicidal anonymous
for beating little b*st*rds for easter baskets, murdering them over chocolates
my path of righteousness was obliterated by victim circumstance
can’t be controlled by the church’s hands, the worst merciless, perfect purposeless
last man that you want, you’re worthless, thirsty verses, observers’ tears
the never nervous surgical clergyman, no one on earth really wanna go up against
i had enough of these coward parents that can’t be trusted
i’m crushin’ ’em in my bicuspid, cut the ears off so they can hear me in the afterlife like the cheyennes did custer
i cuss at the cl*ster when i’m possessed with the baphomet, i impress you when i apply pressure to wordplay
growing up, the beatings got me prepared for this in my early days
i’m like an indian wizard that possesses street mysticism
and suicide will always be my only accepted form of self*criticism
i’m at the age where i’m sick of this plague of plagiarism
my rhymes shape religion, i had to escape the place where the pagans visit
i’m razor swinging like a caged up being with pain inflicted
insane with sickness, omnipotent, magnificent, slaying demons
witness this ridiculous wickedness, snakes hiss but refrain forgiveness
meddle medicines through my vein thickness but i can’t feel it
only eat sk!llets ’cause even the food that i eat have to have the word ‘sk!ll’ in it
k!lling it, i legitimate have to make you and death become extremely intimate
you’ll have an aneurysm tryna find an angle with my anger risen
with the creativity of a young da vinci when he was considered an idiot sauvant misfit
beautifully artistic but given to parents that put the word ‘sad’ in ‘s*d*stic’
was already gifted, you just wasn’t ready for such a heavy lift yet
i was grown before i ever learned to smile
should i embrace or ignore the things that i’ve endured as a child?
[outro]
(i knew, i knew)
only revenge could quench my thirst
hiding in the dark, things couldn’t get worse
(i knew, i knew)
i’d be in a small coffin in a black he*rs*
thinking at least in death nothing hurts
(i knew, i knew)
the truth would be submerged
waking up to screams every night, realizing that they’re yours
(i knew, i knew)
i’m cursed but somebody may need these words
if you’re abused, k!ll that motherf*cker first

- balt getty chino xl lyrics

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