your eyes tell me what do you feel another wave crashing all that is real free up and open your hands to a world at your fingers as your logic lingers
food and bone is stone. A grey-matter cause for inner demons' microphones. Fields of shells that lurk in murky waters. A bed of nails for less traumatic slumber. Logic
We must seek the entrance to Satan's time-and-space-consuming paradise, the anti-utopian perfection! We must face the Eden-paradoxon, we must transcend logic
that I storm out You say you?re reformed now Baby it?s high time you seek some help Now we?re on the couch To pull those demons out And own up to how
write of our time management come now the board is clean for a new conspiracy i'll never love a demon child for the rest of my days the logic of a slut
of losing it every second your adding one Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop tons With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic Then
to get the exit A little mad I didn't hit it So I dialed 7 digits to some skins that's wit it Huh We can bone in my closet that's my logic But not everyday
spread for me When I'm strong or when I'm weak When I wake or when I sleep He is watching over me Over me..... Over me To the temporary mind I can't logically
You're gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the park You're hardly conscious of the stains and scars enabling your partly clouded logic To pay
's time for sleeping, dreamy head You know that the world can wait Forget about the past Shut your eyes and hope this lasts And let out all the demons
when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
obedience, you macking the ingredients Hiphop youre not being it!!Youre trying it My whole style right now youre I and it I'll take ya dark demo and
pull out tecs and let wet, ice drip froze on my neck, explode when my 2G whip correct Out of respect, M-O-double-B top shit But logic, y'all niggaz know
X to dead necks butcher you push for you Senseless violence is endless when I bring it aint much you could do Psycho+logical with the demonic pull Reelin
, for the first time in your life your dead how you like it? cant come back ever again, you better get use to it-i make you resemble your friend psycho,logical, where its logical
cold blooded demon from hell without a soul I'm responsible for bandagin' the impossible If you listen to Uncle Howie and Psycho-Logical Lots of guns,
the floor I display charming grace beautiful garments laced Just to cater exotic taste All a cover up for my verbal vomit in disgrace SAdistic verbatim demonic
times the riddles and the subtle signs a relative perspective on reality I get stronger in the splendor of a lucid moon only creatures of the night all my demons