Shere Khan

[SYSTEM 605 Sample] "And you can come And meet my mother Any day you like; System 605, unit 91." [Aesop] I forever wallow in glitches Grimly distributed by side effects Consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches — drenched Cradled between dense pillars of polar value Lies a grey soul blueless It's got I fiending for the sky (Synthesized lies rise synthetic) Sitting inside solidified plastics Whose lateral burns germ-compatible My firm's radically piloted Dodging a fire swiftly Yellow-brick stalker walking shifty I'm but a prototype Metroid programmed to holocaust style While you're sulking in the stages of denial Your petty soldiers stand fragile like Giacometti sculptures Embedded in eremetic cultures we's rocksteady vultures Plus I's the geyser throwing a soul My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the poles— Berzerk! Swerve my alignment towards solitary confinement and jaded Stripping, color my passion mitigated I'm slipping [Ann Colville] You always seem like a small grey cat to me Sleeping underneath the silvery moon Paws curled beneath your head 'til the sun came 'round just around noon And you would greet me, purring in your doorway Drawing at your tail around my hips And I would go into your mouth wide open Waiting for my language to come from your lips And I'll move you And you like it Just enough To let me How I hate you Cause you're lonely And you know how To forget me [Aesop] For the love of my personal practice I reside Where obstructive fluxes and societal withdrawal collides Slide fueled by the fury Spun a ring around my honor But the opulence took shelter in my parlor Melancholy masquerade Cast amongst the braiding of belligerence and Blazing terror that blew the lock down off my placement I stay special agent 'til the sky falls Reverse the curse 'til my fellow Lost Children disperse [Ann Colville] And your footsteps leading down the pathway Never seem to be quite like my own Your mind and smokey circles Have blinded me, 'til I turned towards home And you would watch me falling in the distance Hands held high above your head I only leave the territory when there's nothing left To be said And I'll move you And you like it Just enough To let me How I hate you Cause you're lonely And you know how To forget me [SYSTEM 605 sample] "And you can come And meet my mother..." [Aesop] I make music and connect color to canvas Swoop down from the trees with potpourris of other bandits Landed randomly upon the valleys of the grimace Saw my planet lead starts burning from the outside in: Meaning your clout lies thin Salt prep the blades prior to fire phase in my ever-changing underworld Serate a day to decorate a traitor That sting never fades like belly wounds from sling blades Follow my portion: I'm gonna swallow distortion and spit the filter [SYSTEM 605 Sample] "And you can come And meet my mother Any day you like; System 605, unit 91."