Memnon Pt. 1 by G.M.I Venus Lyrics
(Verse One)
Vivid on the vision, no halitosis
Painting pictures with the verbs, but you barely notice
Insipid you don’t listen, where the yellow rose is?
Gaining for the critter, to the curb, got a potion
Phoenix still alive, bet I seen the lotus
Horus on the drive, measure with the totus
The helix of the mind, always will promote us
Like I’m doing doggy on my Kerry Otis
Solid like the life of a dragon
Coming down from the sky, and we get it all blazing
Crawling for your life find a crackon
Running down to the piles, of the dirts, you wading
Chilling on the radar like the pentagon
7 devils, top of levels, and you hella’ gone
Killing finna cater, what you living on
Hit a shovel on the bevel, till you hear the gong
(Verse Two)
Limit on your living, ain’t no bloody Jonas
Another fixture on the verge, like we hit a bonus
Timid on the prism, like we played Colonus
Bad mixture finna burn, all the garden roses
Try to stay alive, cause they wanna own us
Pyramids we climb and you’ve never shown us
Anubis never dies and he try to phone us
And it’s getting foggy just to hear the omen
Copping little price for the wagon
Shunning down to the side, eat the pussy I’m caking
Rolling all the dies ‘fore the waxing
Hopping out of the prime, a little creepy I’m raking
Feeling like Impala in the amazon
Never settle, but I meddle after carry on
Reading the cabala like a paragon
Always rattle in a battle, higher echelon
Vivid on the vision, no halitosis
Painting pictures with the verbs, but you barely notice
Insipid you don’t listen, where the yellow rose is?
Gaining for the critter, to the curb, got a potion
Phoenix still alive, bet I seen the lotus
Horus on the drive, measure with the totus
The helix of the mind, always will promote us
Like I’m doing doggy on my Kerry Otis
Solid like the life of a dragon
Coming down from the sky, and we get it all blazing
Crawling for your life find a crackon
Running down to the piles, of the dirts, you wading
Chilling on the radar like the pentagon
7 devils, top of levels, and you hella’ gone
Killing finna cater, what you living on
Hit a shovel on the bevel, till you hear the gong
(Verse Two)
Limit on your living, ain’t no bloody Jonas
Another fixture on the verge, like we hit a bonus
Timid on the prism, like we played Colonus
Bad mixture finna burn, all the garden roses
Try to stay alive, cause they wanna own us
Pyramids we climb and you’ve never shown us
Anubis never dies and he try to phone us
And it’s getting foggy just to hear the omen
Copping little price for the wagon
Shunning down to the side, eat the pussy I’m caking
Rolling all the dies ‘fore the waxing
Hopping out of the prime, a little creepy I’m raking
Feeling like Impala in the amazon
Never settle, but I meddle after carry on
Reading the cabala like a paragon
Always rattle in a battle, higher echelon