Zeugma

[Nigma]

step inside my sightless vision, rewind the glitches, each time you glimpse in, I conspire within Cairo mystics, It’s Isis wish I decipher hieroglyphics that line the width of a giant prism, its bright within and the light emitted can divide the sins from your stitching and lightly lift you to a higher lifes existence. Height addicted, I climb the cliffs, let the rays of light invade my eyelids. It makes my pineal feel amazing, like a crazy IV high that fades in time but gives me the patience to create shit that you says divine... buts its like yay, alright, i can fill a page with rhymes, but I have days I feel disgraced, like every line or painful rhyme I write is maybe just a waste of time. but other days, the bars I write are like an arson tryin to start a fire. sparks are common sight like Mars is through a Martians eyes. I hardly try, yet capable of making brains so swollen that they’re charred and fried, close to bursting, working with the ghosts of wordsmiths throwing curses leaving each team that reaches to defeat us WORSE than hurting, scared for life. you love the dark designs i scribe with but when the hearts align its aimed for harm like tarzans vines. the way i play my cards is like a sergeant when his army strikes, its hard, precise, the targets in the marksman's sight so stop your movement. you useless pawns are brutal, want da Gods advice, well I’ll be honest dude, your topics stupid do not pursue it. im not the villian, i just spew the truth on some scooby doo shit since real monsters always human, and truth is you wouldnt be hot walking through a lava pool topped with fossil fuel and couldnt cause a mood switch with two sniffs of molly, wanna duel?? shit, you’d lose quick as food did to Gandhi. i couldnt give two shits like Daylyt, its not stage fright, its more the way you make writing seem like its greater than life, youre sendin threats and fake fighting. steppin to my face and walkin away unscathed is like ray rice for feminism or eminem for gay pride, it ain’t likely. the rain is dried, the curse of Satan, the urge to waste you, your teams awful. this verse a statement, at first you’ll claim to hate it, then words of praise will emerge and you’ll see flaws fade. I tee’d off cause you bitches seem soft as blossoms at the turn of nature and its pissin me off like a condom during urination.