Letras
Silk collar,
Steel armor,
Peel dollars
Gold fork in the linguine
It's still karma
Smuggled psalms
In the seams
Of field parkas
Spoke Latin to the tailor
Now the cloth speak drama
Crackling vinyl,
The bishop sips from a crystal
Paint splatter on my coat
Michelangelo issues
Palm full of sage
I bless the stage with grenades
The Polo Priest walks In the center
Of Havens gates
Snap your
Snapback
Backwards
That's reverse fate
Clap your pastor
Just for practicing grace
My shawl stitched by a warlock
From Greenland
An Irish sipper
Who put Lambs blood
On the Camper
Logo Lord
I levitate near seashores
Feast on the source
While she eavesdrops on doors
Glass slippers on the goat,
Crown crooked on the lamb
Jacket made of scrolls,
Every thread spells "Lo"
Let's go !
(Skit)
Silver goblet,
Floor model
War goggles
Wolfskin in my duffle bag
From foreign fossils
Velvet drapes over a throne
Of bloody razors
Your girl whispers in Morse code
Attracting the haters
The crown tilts
Rosary's wrapped in steel thread
Every blessing a weapon
Every logo a warhead
Bleed sermons
When I speak it's a problem
Gator jaws lock
While I sit and bargain with Martians
Deacons march in,
Rocking Ralph Lauren
Like a harness
My aura carves glyphs
In the moonlight's darkness
Velour halo,
Cloak soaked in Verona Rain
Chessboard marble