Sphinx Royal - Tyler Major, KC 2.0., Pyramid Vritra

Dramatic huh, you’re looking at the young and the restless

We’re killin you, bullets to the chest and you’re vestless test us

Guranteed I’ll pass with a surplus we brought an extra man with the clan to the

circus

Front row seats so you know we spent dinero

Top notch beats like ham tv

No heroes

All villains all winners

Even when I stop still movin like car spinners

Bitch thats a throwback faggot I know that

Got a song for every fuckin click of the Kodak

Take pic pussy I’ll be chillin on the wall getting pussy pics

Imagining im breakin down her walls with this minidick

Unbearable like no yogis allowed

Sleepy off some mid cuz I can’t afford the loud

See me in the back eyes scanning through the crowd

I’m trying to find the bitch that still has my black an mild

Darker thoughts in light of happy evenings

The moment I end it all’ll be the moment they don’t believe me

Pistol couple pocket knife wedding can be deceiving

Met on a blind date then fucked she came and left me bleedy.

1, 1, 1,

2 mic check he’s overdone dude

Them Shiny lights and awkward nights on stage must have gotten to him

Just a few hours ago he seemed fine

Such an asinine prick but yet he came off as benign

He walked on stage high as fuck the same as patterson

Drawn, reflective metals skin egyptian patterned son.

Pools of kooler-aid kiss

the stained planks

Diet on the frits from dyed sugar water and stageplanks.

Thanks.

He slips while uping the next rapper saying give it up while swaying like a

privleged drunk chapter member

He only resurrects early november, but until then its just another tember

twards tember, remaining the redest cold winter

They always ask him, why he flow like draino in the kitchen sink

He says that its his duty to serve his spectators and royal sphinx

Please look at the program, tell me what the issue read

Not the best anything in the posse so dont stomp your feet

Gametime fiscals, bet that on your masterpiece

Foreigns observe it closely, the homieland’s nose bleed

But if it wasn’t for his sqabblin and lolly gaggin

He wouldn’t be missed like that experience in your log cabin

--Middle nights with his thoughts to please the territory

The lurks will always counter smurk philosophies to tell his story

Before a shot of the «whose who inside my womb» juice

You would have already felt the tickles inside your belly’s loose tooth

You heard that barkin right?

I wonder if he’s startled

Too many allegories inside his messages present them borrowed

The manuscript and weapons cloaked like the masked zorro

The readings were so profound along the lines of winny g harpo