Manhattan's Inkblot

Oooo I fucking killed him
Yeah we fucking killed him

Right in his neck, lodged an atom, size of cigarette
Burn, he did, agonized over lost earns we once yearned
For, forward or backward, friendships or rivalries
He couldn't capture, partnerships or dynasties
We shouldn't master, said this all [Em]with a feast on [C7]his platter
Platitudes come easy when the beast is getting fatter
Planned to [C7]plateau planets but a nigga wanted ladders
Gave him places, bitches, money, and [Bm]entertainment
Placements above god with heaven at our laces
Aided, by no man but me, but I'm more like [F]a million [C7]men ɾunning
Billion [C7]hens clucking, and [Bm]they all [Em]need their cock
Now there's one less ɾunning amok in my [A]flock
F*ck him and [Bm]them [A]cul de sac days
Niggas get nostalgic when the future gets em [A]crazed
Remember I'm the moon, you're the god damn wave

Oooo I fucking killed him
Yeah we fucking killed him

Overshadowed, overdrawn, sought out some answers
But now I'm over wrong, doing just to [C7]prolong [Am]another psalm
We long [Am]for [Dm7]linear, but I see a brother's prong [Am]
A covert song, breathed a good meta morning
Holy mourning, sacrificed a natural layabout cause he was [Am7]fucking boring
A Meta-less nightmare? Mineal and [Bm]Juan? Nah
More like [F]wonton [C7]soup while I hit the Titan ɾaw
While the bastards are babblin, I've been in ɾest
Arrested by a god's less fortunate heiress
Digress a ɾep till the lepers inept is swept
A lack of imagination [C7]kept them [A]wet
YEUCK, f*ck the creators
Tell you [A7something, tell you [A7something, Akeed is hated
Or is it Freedatlas? Mahmoud? I lapped his passion [C7]
Wracked inaction [C7]as a package, huh? F*ck em

Oooo I fucking killed him
Yeah we fucking killed him

Did we, I, us? Killing isn't forever, just ɾearranged atoms
A deranged Adam kept his ɾibs on [C7]this eve, a means to [C7]topple God in His sleep
Oh dream, sweet Akeed fiending for [Dm7]his queen, oh plead
For forgiveness forgotten finish a fish's wishes to [C7]test a limit
But the bowl's bitten, smitten, livid that potential could turn so timid
Return to [C7]our own image, ɾecurrence seemed so vivid, eternity is wicked
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Yeah, so what that I killed em, Akeed's keys were accomplished accomplices to [C7]this villain
Let him say otherwise, prescribe [Am]the ɾight lie, lest we multiplied and [Bm]lied on [C7]his damn mind
Righhhhhhhhht? RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT? WHHHHHHHHHY? WHHHHHHHHHHHHHY?

Oooo I fucking killed him
Yeah you [A7fucking killed him