Cocaine Phantoms - With the Dead

It's been a minute since I've stepped up Battle with my atoms that began to uncle fester Beside myself when I see my reflection We're all 7 minutes from heaven 7 deadly sins just to get my bread leavened MJ tippy toes I ain't get stepped on Little sis see my life as direction Blood thicker than the body I reflect on Go go gadget chest up Now I'm feelin festive I ain't taking no shots Boy I got my vest on I ain't taking no shots Got my Sunday best on Best believe I'm rested up No more getting slept on No more getting stepped on I went from Pam An to Pan Am Vespa to Cessna And randumb to randamn Studying with braintrust Kicked back like van damme Tell Uncle Sam to keep my ransom Breeze in my hair man I'm all good Found reason again man I'm all good I danced with my demons And stepped on their toes Kicked the bad habits Adidas, adios Breeze in my hair man I'm all good Found reason again man I'm all good I faced all my phantoms at the opera You know the world got ya I value every interaction "I promise I'll remember" that's my motto So don't believe me when I'm shy Cause I'm good with names like Petey Pablo "Hey Triiiiina!" And all that hateful talk sound like Chewbacca I ain't star studded but I'm honest I'm 21 you better card me Cause I head-butt 'em like Zenedine Zidane Well I wake up and watch my espresso settle Realize I must express myself better I know I know that I know Cause 1 on the mound worth 1, 000 in the bullpen One of your hands is worth 2 in the bushes Up creek, no anchor but 1 in the chamber You better spare the messenger and shoot the breeze Breeze in my hair man I'm all good Found reason again man I'm all good I danced with my demons And stepped on their toes Kicked the bad habits Adidas, adios Breeze in my hair man I'm all good Found reason again man I'm all good I faced all my phantoms at the opera You know the world got ya

Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart Now god is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart That heart is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead