House of Ravens

Who knows what hides behind these gray clouds
Coercing men to bare frowns?
But even fake crowns eventually bow low to the basslines
That cover me like shelter for the homeless
From vagrant to venomous microphone pest
Pause only when my clones rest
So foot in front of foot my frame progress
Game of life and death, forced to maneuver past the grotesque
Dried maggots, gravedigger 'til nails metallic tasting
Iron bed springs, sleeping late, early waking
Bomb street corners lay bodies at the coroners
The bluebird of happiness tweeting to stiff followers
Blak summons spirits thru a male goat’s horn
Ate the cheese, be warned, I’m a spiteful woman, so don’t scorn
In the darkness, the light seeks out the target
And I’m starving for it, guerrilla styles like Darwin
With a voice like a thunder storm, this ain’t no summer breeze
This golden city’s dead like autumn leaves and Brandon Lee
And still I breathe, exhaling smog from the chest
But smoke makes my eyes bleed the colours of polluted sunsets
Perched high on my mental complex
Yugen of Crow’s Nest separating severed heads from bloody necks
Knowing the light, I remain in the dark
Insane sparks fire me up like a rocket discharged
Making history of these carbon copycats
Protect my origins, I’m all foundations & blueprints like architects
Let me lay the plan flat like the dark ages' concept of earth
Inverted thinking, tongue spitting rhymestyles in reverse
Dodging evil and schisms my gunspeak stays eloquent
This that grindhouse shit, there’s no damsel in distress
I’m from a line of hard chickens that flex their necks
Astounding with the intellect, compulsive never miss a step
Eggheads trying to box me into cardboard cartons
I’m heartless, rip mics in the name of carnage
But this reality’s boring, I count the hours
More sick than tired kids, more thick than I was
One more hit for the downers
And climb — ethereal anti-gravity
Known to disappear like cities under the Atlantic
Still I breathe, exhaling smog from the chest
But smoke makes my eyes bleed the colours of polluted sunsets
Perched high on my mental complex
Yugen of Crow’s Nest separating severed heads from bloody necks