Bespoke (feat Dominic Minix)

Yeah Nonfiction global entry The blue spray profuse in the Lo Goose Induce cologne envy They say it's airs Soon to be declared past the border sentries Focused on my heirs and my own legacy Moments in my poem allowed to set a tone Rather hustle alone than amongst the known deadbeats That's why I be chose Gave her the biz bespoke Interest accrues she compose spreadsheets The Glimmer Man, the glitter in the acrylic in her hand Glinted when it ran past her clit Meant she catch my drift synesthesia She seizured when she arrived It came to me at leisure Vis-à-vis when to come to gettin' greens Best to give the beef up You know Yeah Yeah Yeah Divining rod stick to my gut I find water House of bread Fried fish in a bucket Divine orders Mouths get fed off the first round Inspire corners I got pull to push off hard or soft combined forces Child of God Defying odds my defining arc For most to make they mark These milestones staked miles apart To scrape a buck from out the muck and mire Brings undesired cons and the pros? Mine a spark in entire darkness Minor Arcana cards Threw swords to get pentacles King of wands They was bearing arms I shared cups from every tentacle Subliminal plots for what's dead ain't criminal I just give them enough rope Or watch as they commit seppuku Yeah