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John Daniel - Anubis



[Intro]

1993

John 3 Six...whatever

[John Daniel]

I’m a hill top heretic, double cup full of carelessness
Mannequins cuffed to the barracks with the garrison
Heir apparent, occult hymns to scare your parents
Snare hits for your unrepaired marriage
America, and that was just the first four
Stitched by addiction, whatever hurts more
Black suited agents, never used to praises
Self worth needs appraising, well, that’s hell raising
Mind altered, too sick to see noon
In bloom, I’m bic meets spoon
Dark room developments, Vileplume peddling
Single file view settling, and few are meddling
Tryna sneak the metal in a mellow settlement
Slow pedalin, syrup oozing from the pedal print
Supreme, it seems
My team’s tryna lose nightmares to blue dream
New scene
Uh, clear as day as I’m peering in
Pyramids, trapped and I’m weary, thin
Rain water all bottled, called hollow
Until I fall far from all mottos
Faux model in vogue volumes
No publication, function vagrant
Assumption basic, brand a Russian statement
Wait for the chorus, high stakes
Straight laced Horus, for my sake until the ghosts can’t ignore us
Zan crushed for the horrors, view lush for the slow pourers
Not rushed but I feel cornered, digging for more quarters
In my quarters, penning scripture as a heathen
Reggie Noble reasoning in a dark side sequence
Shine no sequins, stream of conscious stay teemin
Fins exposed juxtaposed with the cold season
Codeine print
[Hook]

Billy Walsh mind frame
Suicide bomber in a biplane
Life’s strange
So I got my trunk popped by the highway
No kings, no queens
No kings, no queens
Billy Walsh mind frame
Suicide bomber in a biplane
Life’s strange
So I got my trunk popped by the highway
No kings, no queens
No kings, no queens