Lyrics: Samuel James Osmond
Music: Samuel James Osmond/Steve Summers
gotta get a point of difference, load the clip, spit like a magician, the wizard’s been mixing elixirs, no tricking the misfit ripping, so elegant with it,
sick to the spirit, i’ll spit til you hear it might **** up but i’ll never fail, stuck in a rut, i’ll sever the devil’s tail, wizard with a cold grip, flowing like the ocean pour your soul in my cauldron, you’re like oh shit whoa shit whoa shit whoaaa shit-- the lonely prince pulled the sword from the stone, i won’t slow, til i’ve take your crown & your throne oh old soul, grew cold, a ghost, 6’4, gorgeous tortured… (go) got the world on my back, why i act like the turtle, my passion’s eternal, prac til i'm perfect, rap til i’m purple, merlin’s back to enrapture the world, & i’ve been searching for a key to reverse this curse a scheme, shit-i’m-sick of wallowing in dirt, if i drink i’d swallow up the earth, get off of me, hi, hello hollow as your halo, no one’s got this velocity sick of mockery, then mosh with me, hip hop with a bit of metal rock, synth pop, all day, no way i stop in my dreams i fight gods, the war forever wages on obviously, he’s the one from the prophecy, shit, horrid philosophies, honestly, it’s odd to see osmond off on his odyssey, hominid & i’m honored to be armored with a heart, i fight to the beat, at war with love, it’s hardly fair, i can’t compete, who’s tricking this duplicitous, dude spitting these smooth lyrics, rumor is he’s cute, stupid as cupid is rude when abusing hallucinogens think i’m playing, til i do shit i’m a prince, who are you bitch? the recluse ruthless as the truth is,
shoots from the broom & hip studious as a student is grip my sword by the hilt, then slit your wrists this ritual shit, pull a sword out, to stick it in again, thinking, what’s more bloodshed? — so braggadocios, blame it all on the magic potions fame on call, with these emotions, rain, encore, the storm’s closing ready for war, & heed thy notions, that fe fi foe fe fi foe, we die hoping we die hoping,
oh god i’ve gone n incurred a cosmic disturbance, born lost in the world, deserted bit odd & often disturbed, been search beyond the surface acknowledging monsters lurking see the goth went and got a purpose, turn to trick nervousness into worth, & it’s working, yeah still got a lot to learn, gosh… i forgot you’re perfect, not sorry, i’m observant, you got a problem, you can burn with every witch i’ve ever kissed you deserve it. every witch i’ve ever kissed you deserve it. hand on the broom, shoot from the hip, man on the moon, dude’s on a trip, mood is eclipse, cause there’s rumours this doom will persist need me a castle, a moat, let me breathe, let me grow, sick of doubt, yo flowers don’t sprout alone, this magician’s a rabbit, i’ll pull myself out a hole, better gather your folks, better rally your hope, oh the battle will rattle your bones oh the battle will rattle your bones brew up a batch, of rhythm n rap, add metal to that, appealing to feeling n that, you really feel me when i rap brew up a batch, of rhythm n rap, add metal to that, appealing to feeling n that, you really feel me when i rap
the prince pulled the sword from the stone i won’t slow, til i take your crown & your throne the prince pulled the sword from the stone i won’t slow, til i take your crown & your throne