Heir Apparent by EBONY TUSKS Lyrics
I'm off the rip wit' it, beliddle cliques and syndicates
Lit off indigestibles and what's left of my innocence
Born from out a caustic mist, the perils of a sinking ship
Lost what I had writ as I was not prepared for pilgrimage
Beggars' banquet, nepotism fed its mirror images
Dissidents & independents left to split the differences
Flesh to vegetarians, repelled by that specific stench
Long apparent heir out of his depth per many witnessеs
Pencil lead for breakfast, having sеconds 'till my fill is quenched
My community left in ruins, ain't it?
The narrative of a thousand voices pursuing greatness
Self-appointed, a heart of stone and consumed with hatred
A fallen kingdom, a crown of bones and a future faded
Tell your mama you not comin' home
Get out of town for the weekend
Sharp left turn, another summer lost
Tryin' to chase a light you don't believe in, light you don't believe in
It would only take a week for the poison to root
A decree that sought to render the boisterous mute
The obsolete, in their contempt, sought betrothal as proof
A lack of principle endemic to formative youth
But wouldn't dare to offer less than a dormant salute
Behold the chosen as depicted, is it not
Somebody's ghost? Well, is it Big or is it Pac?
And you supposed to be the illest from the block?
Man, I hope it blow like penicillin when it drop
I've been a problem, this pen descendant of novelists
Begged for my inheritance, bet it on threaded consonants
Head on silver platter, force-fed to merited columnists
John the Baptist drunk in the spirit within the prophetess
Catch a swig off the bottle, deaden the inhibition
In peril we've been appointed, celebrate the distinction
A toast to my fellow wolves in exchange for this blank existence
Blank expression, I'm lost in some pain that I can't extinguish
Blank expression, I'm lost in some pain that I can't extinguish
Blank expression, I'm lost in some pain that I can't extinguish
My community left in ruins, ain't it?
The narrative of a hollow voice in pursuit of greatness
And whom of you bear my cross for me when my jewel is faded
Or carry through with my doctrine when I'm presumed complacent
Lit off indigestibles and what's left of my innocence
Born from out a caustic mist, the perils of a sinking ship
Lost what I had writ as I was not prepared for pilgrimage
Beggars' banquet, nepotism fed its mirror images
Dissidents & independents left to split the differences
Flesh to vegetarians, repelled by that specific stench
Long apparent heir out of his depth per many witnessеs
Pencil lead for breakfast, having sеconds 'till my fill is quenched
My community left in ruins, ain't it?
The narrative of a thousand voices pursuing greatness
Self-appointed, a heart of stone and consumed with hatred
A fallen kingdom, a crown of bones and a future faded
Tell your mama you not comin' home
Get out of town for the weekend
Sharp left turn, another summer lost
Tryin' to chase a light you don't believe in, light you don't believe in
It would only take a week for the poison to root
A decree that sought to render the boisterous mute
The obsolete, in their contempt, sought betrothal as proof
A lack of principle endemic to formative youth
But wouldn't dare to offer less than a dormant salute
Behold the chosen as depicted, is it not
Somebody's ghost? Well, is it Big or is it Pac?
And you supposed to be the illest from the block?
Man, I hope it blow like penicillin when it drop
I've been a problem, this pen descendant of novelists
Begged for my inheritance, bet it on threaded consonants
Head on silver platter, force-fed to merited columnists
John the Baptist drunk in the spirit within the prophetess
Catch a swig off the bottle, deaden the inhibition
In peril we've been appointed, celebrate the distinction
A toast to my fellow wolves in exchange for this blank existence
Blank expression, I'm lost in some pain that I can't extinguish
Blank expression, I'm lost in some pain that I can't extinguish
Blank expression, I'm lost in some pain that I can't extinguish
My community left in ruins, ain't it?
The narrative of a hollow voice in pursuit of greatness
And whom of you bear my cross for me when my jewel is faded
Or carry through with my doctrine when I'm presumed complacent