I. The Magus

Born user, forewarned ruser Coasting off a few too many brewsters & some stale humor Fake rumors, plate tutors Quaint cooters make their merry way to this late bloomer Consumer Jeez I barely knew her Shit ain't quite as tight, it's best I find a better suitor Cooler by the minute, fitting to hit a new maneuver Baby, wait till my producer learn to work with his computer I'm a sharp shooter Truer when the room bright Wavy like the lunar cycle Howling in the moonlight Festive as digestive systems getting lit for Yuletide Reckless till I leave their asses breathless, asking who died You try to fly as high as I without a comedown Pull the strings & grind the gears until my doubts is unwound Astounding round the track like beating feet within a relay Husky as some palay Funky like the reggae Started in the party, still be chilling with the gateways Departing rails entails a life of smoking like a freight train Later than your pay raise Cater to the mayday Boujee, fill a motherfucking bong up with some Fiji & water like Kitara used to heal you from the melee First, I never remake Pass, I never retake Unknowingly engaged to darker forces like I'm Padmé Waxing on like Daniel Son with Powter on a bad day Buying into bullshit A debt I'll never repay Denying trying times with catchy rhymes & quirky displays Feed the ego, we go meet those needs to be a cliche Drama from the trauma we endured what get the bills paid & you know what they say It happens to the rest of us The best is feeling drained as masturbation with an enima Tend to ya regular Like minutes on the cellular Hotter than degrees that can be reached on Earthly temperatures Excessive with expenditures Victim of my ignorance Symptom of my blatant lack of drive mixed with indifference Self-inflicted pain and still be waiting for deliverance Experience with grievances to highlight in my inference Building up endurance with these reps inside my lungs Saving up my funds instead of spendin' all my extra ones On fucking cigarettes Turning promises to empty threats Blessed the rent is paid, I guess Stressing when the check is spent Elevating escapades Ensuring basic needs are met Burn your homes, return your phones, and start to charge the one percent Remember better days The world ablazing for your precedence Testaments to those who chose to master all their elements