Agent Iceland
Call me Ice
I ain't trickin' the narrative
People say it's suicidal or it's arrogance
Crucify me as heretic
Parascen to embarrassment
Heraldin' under marriages
Pocketed in its garrishness
Murder splurges is fervently
Gather me it's inheritance!
Kill the messenger
Knock 'im down
And blow 'im across a blessed verse
Massacre the hours 'till the power aches and seconds hurt
Fate is but a mistress and the rest of her's a passenger
She is tragedy to those who death defines and makes her work
I don't believe in time
Stick a knife into my spine
Watch the shadows bleed me dry
Then take my eyes and leave me blind
Heaven's hell is no surprise
I'm just here to scrutinize the euthanized
Despise the sacrifice but never eulogize
I'm sworn to elegance
Decadently in sentences
Maybe I'm just a veteran runnin' out of her medicine
Maybe a defenite epitaph would've been generous
But all I get's a whisper,
"Yo, where the fuck is Connecticut?"
Yo, listen, yo
So pick yo poison
Shotgun shell to the face
Or pull a sidearm from my waist
You ruin the whole scene
I ain't comin' from a civilized place
Where violence is preferred to sittin' and sayin' grace
The young warlocks ain't got patience or respect
'Cause the animal within don't even speak that dialect
And all they know is war
So you better come correct
They'll catch a bullet to the head
Just for dramatic effect
These savages is mean and only understand gun fire
Don't get caught slippin' up in the jungle squire
They want your armor so believe in one simple fact
Just for that they'll take your face off
Just like that
Lies and deceit
Disguise and critique
The O's and P's and Q's wit' everybody you meet
And trust is a weakness on dis side o' the fleet
'Cause they'll fake showin' lovin' and leave you bleedin' in the street
And that's real.
I memorized this.
Well, goodnight. I won't be here from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m. (Eastern Time) because I'm going to be at a school Olympics event. Actually, today was the event for the upper grades (Blue Team: 155, White Team: 120 and Yours Truly is on the dreaded cloud-colored team), and tomorrow is for the tiny people. Dear Lord. Wish me luck.
People say it's suicidal or it's arrogance
Crucify me as heretic
Parascen to embarrassment
Heraldin' under marriages
Pocketed in its garrishness
Murder splurges is fervently
Gather me it's inheritance!
Kill the messenger
Knock 'im down
And blow 'im across a blessed verse
Massacre the hours 'till the power aches and seconds hurt
Fate is but a mistress and the rest of her's a passenger
She is tragedy to those who death defines and makes her work
I don't believe in time
Stick a knife into my spine
Watch the shadows bleed me dry
Then take my eyes and leave me blind
Heaven's hell is no surprise
I'm just here to scrutinize the euthanized
Despise the sacrifice but never eulogize
I'm sworn to elegance
Decadently in sentences
Maybe I'm just a veteran runnin' out of her medicine
Maybe a defenite epitaph would've been generous
But all I get's a whisper,
"Yo, where the fuck is Connecticut?"
Yo, listen, yo
So pick yo poison
Shotgun shell to the face
Or pull a sidearm from my waist
You ruin the whole scene
I ain't comin' from a civilized place
Where violence is preferred to sittin' and sayin' grace
The young warlocks ain't got patience or respect
'Cause the animal within don't even speak that dialect
And all they know is war
So you better come correct
They'll catch a bullet to the head
Just for dramatic effect
These savages is mean and only understand gun fire
Don't get caught slippin' up in the jungle squire
They want your armor so believe in one simple fact
Just for that they'll take your face off
Just like that
Lies and deceit
Disguise and critique
The O's and P's and Q's wit' everybody you meet
And trust is a weakness on dis side o' the fleet
'Cause they'll fake showin' lovin' and leave you bleedin' in the street
And that's real.
I memorized this.
Well, goodnight. I won't be here from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m. (Eastern Time) because I'm going to be at a school Olympics event. Actually, today was the event for the upper grades (Blue Team: 155, White Team: 120 and Yours Truly is on the dreaded cloud-colored team), and tomorrow is for the tiny people. Dear Lord. Wish me luck.