Head Games

[Nigma]

Thriving through the gutters of the slums, the sunken hues are poreless
Nothin new, not stuck there, then by luck I drew a human portrait
Something fueled me forward and it clutched me in it's forces
Fetched attention, lent its lessons and then soothed me in accordance
Sensing something of misfortune I compete and start resisting
Since while speaking his inflictions of deciet were marked in vision
Hardly wit, you're breathing so hard, well jeez it's hard to miss it
Harnessed info, got the world, burned it raw and let it bleed
His Earth evolved from desert people, cursed with flaws of destiny
I watched him as his thoughts unfirl, swirled hunches, cleverly
I saw them when they curled up and saw the thoughts he hasnt made
The second that they left his brain I lept into their empty graves
Took extra steps which kept me safe, hes never stayin next to me
No debts been paid, won't set you free, your sent to take the press release
Death decayed, you're stressed and beaten, rescued by the referee
Left at base, you're dead, so with an empty face, accept defeat