Verse 1(Mantis the Miasma):
We'll be bumping VANTABLACK while you be snorting Vanna White
Satan taking wheels, make my fortunes look so bright
Like blue flames, he whispers in the dark like Luke James
Driving thoughts of suicide into my screwed brain
A few loose, so my slot machines get triple sixes
When the sevens should be present, yes my slot head needs some fixes
I'm immature, I'm nescient, but I've never been omniscient
I'm throwing heads in wishing wells but I'm hardly well-wishing
I do it for myself just to boost my poor chances
I'm not tryna strike oil, I'm just tryna score glances
Make all the ones who doubted look at me and feel foolish
While I'm still in the miasma feeling half-dead and ghoulish
My minds slipping, need repairs still to get a fit head
Been hard since i ate up all the bullshit that that bitch fed
Most friends imaginary or just distant symphonies
So they never were to start with or they've turned to memories
I got Azure and Gold Fleece, I rep UCLA now
Fakes lie 'bout me for the gold like Aaron's tribe and their cow
And I feel blue inside but my minds gold and gleemin'
I'm opposite of Moses, he met God, I met my demons
He climbed up to Sinai I went down to circle nine
With no poet as a guide and nowhere for me to hide
Now I'm back and like always ignore waves, I just follow signs
Work for cosigns, write lines by my circle, that's a tangent rhyme
I'm more than a bard, I'm a martyr for the artistry
I got lead in my arteries like dudes who trained in armories
It's pumping to my brain, but luckily it's not harming me
I'm swarming notepads with it like some insects when you're gardening
Pardon me, my insensitivity's no anomaly
I've been this way for years, this is not some sudden toppling
Trying to work my way to number one like life's monopoly
And doppelgangers heads hangin' in shame cause they ain't stoppin' me
Verse 2:
Niggas talking nonsense, I swear its pantomime
Talking bout our level, homie we are not alike
I'm never stupid flexing, I'm busy teaching lessons
You should call a reverend I'm a demon to your brethren
I never had the ice man my neck was never cold
Just had the dog tag, I could give your girl a bone
And when she all alone she hit me on my mobile phone
I said delete the message, TMZ be stalking hoes
I'm all about the crew, never catch me racing tho
my heart was vantablack, dark as fucking Santa coal
I'm creeping with the monsters steady running in your home
rhymes sick as cancer when they running out your dome
2015 I was feeling dead inside
2016 I was barely still alive
2017 a nigga making all the strides
2018 BIG is back in town
You want some beef I got my squad when we come around
Thugging out your life, put digits to your underground
Its all headshots, best believe I want the crown
We leaving bodies everywhere like its a lost and found
We dont want the green, Mantis got us covered
Fleece got the gold plated chopper get to ducking
FITH got the trax, run the game and cause some trouble
I just want the bag, I can settle for a duffle
Bridge:
NeScience is bliss, Nescience is bliss
Bliss gang coming up and when we shine it can't be missed
NeScience is bliss, NeScience is bliss
Azure, The Miasma, Zaki, Gold Fleece, and Fith
credits
from Worth Of My Birth,
released March 14, 2018
Written and Performed by Mantis the Miasma & Azure the Paradox
Mixed and Mastered by Azure the Paradox: @azuretheparadox
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