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60 Triangles - Killah Priest Lyrics


I'm a cluster B personality through the galaxy

Luckily, reality is enough to see mentality



I'm the anointed avoided

Twelve pointed

Black face look boyish

Outer space, you're on my voyage

No trace of my origin

No race, no dates, no bosses

No place of employment

His case of appointment was around late August

Disappeared and fed the deers in a lake full of koi fish

Now all we hear is white noises

And I'm prepared to write all this

From day to night 'til I'm exhausted

I'm paranormal clairvoyance

Time travel portals I toy with

Rhymes channel immortals for enjoyment

The soulful antisocial Goku

And I'm old school

So cool I can fly my vocals to Pro Tools

I just simplify, there's no rules

I just improvise how G.O.A.T.s do

My body of work is double jointed, bending all of the rules

Stretching the limits of science

Pulling all of the stops

My schedule's flexible with [?], I guess I'm fit to be on top

My legs triangled in a box

My Star of David's stellated

It carbonated then shape shift

Each point elongated weightless

From the [?] of sub Metu Neter

The edges extended to an icosahedron

Meditate eyes closed, I'm dreaming

Final shape dodecahedron

Time and place old mega regions

Back to Haitis, I chase the demons

Shovel for the devil, hope I see him

I seasoned the phoenix

Opened up God's stove

Throw him in with a bunch of garlic cloves

Diabolic flows, demonic [?], psychotic [?]

Pick out the skull, cross bones, tombstones

I'm a god, my piss is the color of the sun, my eyes are moon tone

An empath with the pen and pad

My paragraph of the master class

I write like I deal with the arts and the magic craft

Acid tabs

It's nothing left in my aftermath

Black mask, body bags, morphine, quarantine

They lift the illuminati flag

Narcissistic children and party dads

Mothers with attitudes, that's cluster b

Complex PTSD

Poet in post control

Lack of empathy, no sympathy for the century ‘bout to explode



I'm a cluster B personality through the galaxy

Luckily, reality is enough to see mentality

60 Triangles lyrics !!!