Legend 8 by Muze Sikk Lyrics
Leaving this moment is a given when your focus is inhibited
Impotent and indicative
Like it or not
It's Sikk and involvement is not what you wanted
As the worlds turning upside down a song is
Not as important as whatever you had in your last grasp
We’ve stabbed in the back
Passively
Reopen the gash
Take a staple to the wound
Blame the faces on the moon
Satin breaks a basin tuned
Resonating to my croon
Making space to calm you
Aching brain we calling to
Can you race it's on you
Match my pace and fall through
Follow suit
And tie my organized confusion on a loop
And an immediate approved vibe continues to allude
To aloof to not breach
We deep and at arms reach
We seasoned it on easel
And easily brought peace
We sleeping on soft seas
But we harder than concrete
So we honored the hop beat
Like we hip to the jotting
Lost thoughts and different onslaughts
Ain't pivoting on lock
Ain’t giving it all up
Envisioning nonstop
Decisions accost flocks
Embedded with raw knots
He's fed up with hogwash
If they shit talk
We tell em to Kick rocks
And lick on a Big sock
With jizz in the cotton
It's fickle to knock bombs
I drop when I'm on songs
Spitting this hot sauce
And sipping the Sean don
Sikk is a mob boss
Im dripping of conscious
A similar ankh crossed a sinister con flopped
What i mean is I'm “all god”
So demons receive blots
Eat defeat and be gone
I keep it so keep on
We in need of a real broth
The least he could do is cough
Tie it to the beat and repeat it and rock on
Seeping elite seeding and leaving the leaks clogged
Impotent and indicative
Like it or not
It's Sikk and involvement is not what you wanted
As the worlds turning upside down a song is
Not as important as whatever you had in your last grasp
We’ve stabbed in the back
Passively
Reopen the gash
Take a staple to the wound
Blame the faces on the moon
Satin breaks a basin tuned
Resonating to my croon
Making space to calm you
Aching brain we calling to
Can you race it's on you
Match my pace and fall through
Follow suit
And tie my organized confusion on a loop
And an immediate approved vibe continues to allude
To aloof to not breach
We deep and at arms reach
We seasoned it on easel
And easily brought peace
We sleeping on soft seas
But we harder than concrete
So we honored the hop beat
Like we hip to the jotting
Lost thoughts and different onslaughts
Ain't pivoting on lock
Ain’t giving it all up
Envisioning nonstop
Decisions accost flocks
Embedded with raw knots
He's fed up with hogwash
If they shit talk
We tell em to Kick rocks
And lick on a Big sock
With jizz in the cotton
It's fickle to knock bombs
I drop when I'm on songs
Spitting this hot sauce
And sipping the Sean don
Sikk is a mob boss
Im dripping of conscious
A similar ankh crossed a sinister con flopped
What i mean is I'm “all god”
So demons receive blots
Eat defeat and be gone
I keep it so keep on
We in need of a real broth
The least he could do is cough
Tie it to the beat and repeat it and rock on
Seeping elite seeding and leaving the leaks clogged