[Verse 1: Ace The Oracle]
'When I was fourteen I bought imaginary enemy
X the unseen venturing for better green
Metal schemes metal face in any debate settle case
D double O, M as in mescaline
DOOM end all kings
With no bling swinging never chained but always shine the pearly silver grill
With silky skill to pierce film of peoples will
To normies its muddled mumble shit but enter crypt
Grip mic with knuckle duster clutch
MF rubble bust and hold boulders with scrolls
Unrolled to DOOM patrol you'rе never colder
MC tеam clusters prepare to get folded
Too hot to pot hold it
Don't trust the tap water
Metal head no sabbath, DOOM forged my scabbard
Who's got Damascus might have to shatter this
Steel mixture ill with the rhymes
No time takes to find fakes line gyrate at higher rate
Sign fate away, hes gone to chase papes
Explaining why his head its shaped like steam train ran it
Bleed brains, never seem straight, he seeps pain satanic
We came to seek planes that don't exist
Vocal twitch, the total to soak all spit
Coast till awoke at wheel to swerve in ditch
In blurry mist from merlin's stick detouring vision
Furry grip in bear claws like, is held mic skill will tear raw
Smoke till leaning right
Eye red like demon eye, lets compare force
Figaro taught me rhyming with inner code preach no killer code
I only hear speech in metal tones forever deaf ear to telephone,'
'When I was fourteen I bought imaginary enemy
X the unseen venturing for better green
Metal schemes metal face in any debate settle case
D double O, M as in mescaline
DOOM end all kings
With no bling swinging never chained but always shine the pearly silver grill
With silky skill to pierce film of peoples will
To normies its muddled mumble shit but enter crypt
Grip mic with knuckle duster clutch
MF rubble bust and hold boulders with scrolls
Unrolled to DOOM patrol you'rе never colder
MC tеam clusters prepare to get folded
Too hot to pot hold it
Don't trust the tap water
Metal head no sabbath, DOOM forged my scabbard
Who's got Damascus might have to shatter this
Steel mixture ill with the rhymes
No time takes to find fakes line gyrate at higher rate
Sign fate away, hes gone to chase papes
Explaining why his head its shaped like steam train ran it
Bleed brains, never seem straight, he seeps pain satanic
We came to seek planes that don't exist
Vocal twitch, the total to soak all spit
Coast till awoke at wheel to swerve in ditch
In blurry mist from merlin's stick detouring vision
Furry grip in bear claws like, is held mic skill will tear raw
Smoke till leaning right
Eye red like demon eye, lets compare force
Figaro taught me rhyming with inner code preach no killer code
I only hear speech in metal tones forever deaf ear to telephone,'
( Ace The Oracle )
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