faustian

Carbon crystal crust on the handle and blade perimeter

Every time I clutch it, it turn a Sahara summer into a Wisconsin winter

I practice swings on the Sprinter, Ken Griffey tape on the monitor cuz killing niggas gotta look effortless

Redemption arc crazy, niggas was broken and shekel-less

All the blood, sweat, and tears I shed can't compare to the fluid that’s now contained in my necklace

My vision obstructed, can't see the base or the precipice but my internal compass send mе where atmospherе thinner

Cadaver reanimated with shuriken spinners, valet supplanting the viscera while I walk into dinner

The ambience tethered tightly to switch on the dimmer

The diver scallops play butter polo, they excellent swimmers

Better as treaders

I'm tryna be cautious but the beurre blanc was determined to venture onto Veneta

Careful abstraction in which I’m couching the jargon

They think my digits a covert product of Faustian bargain

4 years of cooking from when the firmament darkened to vitiligo progression the only deal I done schemed up

Server notice my jacket missing the signature tartan

Me and my musings kinda like Zeus and Athena

The fork is a vessel for Carrillera filet and further the pork is a vessel for chimichurri patina

My torso canvas for intricate tapestry

Loro single appearance then it's Rasheed in Atlanta

Pendant atop it could kill a drought in savanna

My denim trousers were standard before exposure to gamma

Got a cloaking device so coupe can't be seen on the scanners

Shotgun I work my way through an Ellison novel

Installed the Vellanos, wasn't too much of a squabble

The shocks adjusted, I wouldn't know if the pavement was cobbled

My lexicon is much more than a garnish

Stigmas sticking out the crocus need meticulous harvest

Bummie flickin outta focus just to muddy my 20-piece but the way the karats beaming you gon see em regardless

30 racks in a repurposed carcass

Keep a couple Kaponos in case that make me a target

In the 650 coupe you might see the roof on milk carton but in the Phantom I be scanning constellations for martians

It depend on the day

Honestly I'm impartial long as I get to my play

Ethical diamonds got me swimming in the bouillabaisse

Sunlight generate a prism off the turbot filet

Can't believe that made it to a position where Huncho capture my angles in Michelin star kitchens

Tryna better layer my flavors the current mission

Tryna give you niggas something to savor every relisten