 Came up sick like the back of your throat with vomit Iconic stature, looking right past you Study my quotes like a monk in the book of the past Stop sleeping, you ain't equal, we're not even Your squids were caught creeping, I live in a thought steep And I've given my thoughts, penned them down by a demon When I exit now, I hear them say a star's leaving It's shock season, the eyes are turning black You lie, confirm the fact