Ebony Ingots

from by Cedric Till

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lyrics

[Verse 1]
If I were Shiva, imagine the amount
Of middlefingers, you couldn't even count
Baptized and drowned in the blood of a hellhound
Voicelessly cursed, can't tell how the spell sounds
Ganesha's in the room, all obstacles removed, and that includes you
And your frail crown, you're nothing but a failed clown
Face painted black and white with tear smears
The smell of regret sears your nostrils, hostile
Morale apostle, you've just committed a cardinal sin
Behind your fraudulent grin, from which dishonesty
Stems, is what we call something to protect
Kung Lao style, chop your head off, with the brim
Of a hat, well worn by an anti-villain
Summon up Gil and then, you gon' need Gillian
Anderson, to add warmth to a cold case
In the X-Files, the next to try's next to die
By the rooftop assassin - Diazepam with
The exercise of Walther 2Ks, the echelon
Is elite, Tom Clancy ops couldn't compete
The way the carcasses are laid out is neat
Like paper towel origami, the intricacy
Of my calligraphy would make a brahman bow, and kiss the feet

[Hook 2x]
Ebony, ingots, swords made from black metal
Add a heart to the forge, strike swift when the blade's
On the anvil, let it draw blood
Cause the Lord of Mysteries demands all ten samples

[Verse 2]
Find me at the lab with a blank stare
My mind is a turtle, the track is a hare, already been there
And done that for 13 years, visualizing the stairs
Not the steps through my career, never near unprepared
Write lyrics like an inkblot, challenge you to interpret
What I think, not laying it bare, taking it where
My bars are called ingots, got plenty to spare
Yet none in the vaults that come with large market share
Thinking cap on, mana is increased
When I rec songs, spells are cast on every release
Between dusk and dawn, I wrecked the most beats
Chanelling my dark energy to listeners in the mezzanine
Phantom of the HipHopera, when I take a bow
Give proper love or I take a bow and spill lots of blood
Better yet, I start asking for neglect
Reverse psychology or not, what would you expect?

[Hook 2x]
Ebony, ingots, swords made from black metal
Add a heart to the forge, strike swift when the blade's
On the anvil, let it draw blood
Cause the Lord of Mysteries demands all ten samples

credits

from Grimoire Capricornus, released January 16, 2017
Written by: Cedric Till
Produced by: JerriKoe

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