Synonymous with ominous
Bae, the eponymous Apocalypse
Gay like Romulus on my lips
Surfin Steven the nautilus
Better believe im post modernist
Best not leave my name off the list
Im the GOAT in all honesty
Watch me posthumously spit
Some post humanistic wit
Im innumerably gifted
And most assuredly lifted
Just like Doom when he ripped it
Masc off for whomst this explicit?
Check the tomb i am risen
Came out the womb spitting physics
Come to my room for a visit
And Real soon there'll be two chicks
Who stick together like glue sticks
Might get head if the mood shifts
Might need better acoustics
To quiet my bed when they lose it
I make sex-havin music
Like im the best at this music
Like i dont mess with this music
Like i need a rest from these muses
Might even spec for some movies
Dont give no heck bout you flousies
I sign my checks with my uzis
So whats next in jacuzzis
Me you like fest and beer coozis
Cardio get this moving
Im wario and your losing
We about that growth in this movement
No time for ghosts or illusions
Mc foucault and luminaire
And so its over for you simps
(Hook)
On the wings of time we’ll fly to when we will no longer fight or pretend that we aren’t the sentimental remnants of the end
(you’re “so lame” you probably don’t think the verse is about you)
So what you’re left of the axis
Yo but the matter of fact is
Your just a boring and wack cis
Who’s good at ignoring anti-blackness
What good are performative actions
Without restorative praxis?
And yeah i see your tokens
But this ain't emporium (logan)
I set the score when i go in
Fed up with doors that your closing
And yet i'm still floored that yr open
To rep such sordid ass slogans
As “queering the crip or cripping the queer”
Im sorry but my id’s are not garments to wear
On the wings of time we’ll fly to when we will no longer fight or pretend that we aren’t the sentimental remnants of the end
Bae, the eponymous Apocalypse
Gay like Romulus on my lips
Surfin Steven the nautilus
Better believe im post modernist
Best not leave my name off the list
Im the GOAT in all honesty
Watch me posthumously spit
Some post humanistic wit
Im innumerably gifted
And most assuredly lifted
Just like Doom when he ripped it
Masc off for whomst this explicit?
Check the tomb i am risen
Came out the womb spitting physics
Come to my room for a visit
And Real soon there'll be two chicks
Who stick together like glue sticks
Might get head if the mood shifts
Might need better acoustics
To quiet my bed when they lose it
I make sex-havin music
Like im the best at this music
Like i dont mess with this music
Like i need a rest from these muses
Might even spec for some movies
Dont give no heck bout you flousies
I sign my checks with my uzis
So whats next in jacuzzis
Me you like fest and beer coozis
Cardio get this moving
Im wario and your losing
We about that growth in this movement
No time for ghosts or illusions
Mc foucault and luminaire
And so its over for you simps
(Hook)
On the wings of time we’ll fly to when we will no longer fight or pretend that we aren’t the sentimental remnants of the end
(you’re “so lame” you probably don’t think the verse is about you)
So what you’re left of the axis
Yo but the matter of fact is
Your just a boring and wack cis
Who’s good at ignoring anti-blackness
What good are performative actions
Without restorative praxis?
And yeah i see your tokens
But this ain't emporium (logan)
I set the score when i go in
Fed up with doors that your closing
And yet i'm still floored that yr open
To rep such sordid ass slogans
As “queering the crip or cripping the queer”
Im sorry but my id’s are not garments to wear
On the wings of time we’ll fly to when we will no longer fight or pretend that we aren’t the sentimental remnants of the end
( MC Foucault )
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