Lyrics:
I am not an underground rapper, I bust stratospherically past the illest cats you claim to know battling. You wanna rumble with the dogon, spar with zulu, im mr sulu you earthbound and I am star trekking. my pineal gland spewing black gold on mic stands each pause is deep space, every stanzas an undiscovered planet. They couldn’t understand it so they tried to hide the pantheon I’d ramble on but they’ll just censor god dammit. they don’t want the sleeping giants rousing out they slumber, they might bomb the Vatican and blow up Benny’s cover. He married Christ and took the devil as his secret lover. Pricing heads while getting brain from altar boys in Dublin. Their game is crumbling and im atop the rubble burn the vampires and bury the bodies with a trenching shovel. Dubble dubble toil and frigging trouble. I’m gon hover with the hubble while they huddling on the ground level.-THE SLEEPING DOGON GIANTS (prim-roc)
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