The first two verses were pieces I felt very strongly about and their initial homes ended up trapdoors, leaving me waiting for a suitable backdrop. Enter Keter and man am I glad it worked out this way.
lyrics
I've seen devils wear crucifixes like disguises.
Thinking that we can't see past their glittering lies.
They're kidding me, right? Nativity prada piranhas
The pious act like the autumn of Sodom's upon us
not forgotten is the promise of an apocalyptic fruit born
Scour the orchard for a golden apple’s mute form
Remember when Christ had the Jesus piece?
Complete with rubies in his hands for comedic relief
Repeatedly bleeding indeed, beleaguered and
And secretly seeking some peace in the screams
Subpoenaed and now Athena's the fiend
competing for the launch codes, watch the raunch grow
a brand new sickness, eyes wide shut, lost souls
bears witness, viruses scale immune system walls with razor claws
meanwhile, chalice is lifted by the richest, laughing faces off
Let the warlords play along to the tune of a Slayer song
Too much at stake to break, let’s raise a hell to make a wrong
So listen to this if you will and make your own call
Committed muses using truth produce a ghost tall
Babel is simply one of the stilts used
To try and find some air to breathe above the mildew and bilge spewed
A throne of live scorpions
Around the sun that leaves the deepest burns, find my mind orbiting, this rhyme consortium
Endorphins rush to a shaved scalp the crown’s weight determined
The unfocused left lessons, I stay to learn them
Parade of sternums raised to praise the state of grace perverted
Give us this endless cycle our vital daily burden
Beasts to the trough threadbare as Thoth who came before us
Seeking light at the tunnel's end, believers raise the torches
My scene, a painted portrait, purported to slay so gorgeous
Head dresses made of native orchids shall betray the mournful
What remains of normal swarms within a hazy stupor status
Loss turns to blind rage, survivors soon consumed with madness
Their mood, combative a woozy addict seeking another fix
But emptiness turns ravenous the hill becomes a sum of cliffs
Open hands becoming a bunch of fists clenched to strike the weakest
kingdom overseen, closely watching all the plights of leeches
Sheep's clothing covered with designer labels
Just keep my own path, I've got no energy to fight the faithful
So just know the romance it may work, a slow chance to say word
With both hands I may earn a living
It beats the opposite, my soul inside a shred of rhythm
A ledger entry scrawled hastily, my debt forgiven
It calls daily, beckoning me to the twisted wreckage
Nostrils stinging with alcohol from the disinfectants
In this endeavor, my wizened efforts are rife with losses
Another one bites the dust, the dust then bites the coffin
Fangs gleaming in my grin, plenty of filth in the righteous
I sharpen manners to a dagger, ready to kill them with kindness
Plunge it until the hilt snaps
Veneer of cynicism can't resist this vivid twist I'm giving guilt wracks
So you ask me if I'm disillusioned
I believe in individuals yet rarely in your system's ruses
credits
from Glyde Drexler,
released April 18, 2020
Produced by El Keter
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
