The Narcicyst - Prince of Poets | Текст песни

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• The Narcicyst
• Prince of Poets

Hubris, Using my illusions, All about the music, where no ones on my side and I knew it, somehow we confused it, lost in all the music…. probably prophecized and my

First hand experience a second class citizen Third person verse four fam member immigrant
5 sided pentagon, triple 6 presidents
All led me to never forget where the seven lives…
The Prince of Poets,
Delivery or relevance the baddest kid
Madness with soliloquy and militance
In the room between your skeletons and elephants
Similar to Arabic calligraphy and lettering.
Like speaking to a friend you see the deepest of serenity, sleeping with the enemy,
This beat is just end of me, on the roads like a fender
But they don’t get the picture still rendering
I stay on like my wedding ring, in reverence of many things
Never will it ever bring the heaven that I’m leveling
Around chasing the sound patient though I don’t talk slow,
…………I know, I’m groundbreaking like a pothole…………….

Second hand experience first class citizen
Fourth person hurt, third eye in imprisonment,
Six million ways to die, 5 days and I rest on
The seventh my sister may be right, I’m the Prince of Poets,
Jalal Deen Rumi to New Beats, don’t let me hear you saying I’m too deep,
I need a dervish as a DJ nervous as the weed may get him, get him serving all the replays,
Bid it and hit it like e-bay, my logic is so dope, can’t be a prophet with no doe, you pausing the whole quote
Kept me cool like the ozone, so zoned…
I need Qadafi’s team of women looking after me,
Cold chillin when I might be puffin like happy feet,
Sick swagger like Mick Jagger but in agony
Rolling stone atrophy, Majesty when I’m Home Alone