Andromida - Chester Watson

Dark mage, obsidian drape

Voodoo, the space as he star-gazing, a patron of art

Printed in Matrix, too far placed in his ways of the law

Shame as he shaving his face, facing the day where his heart stationed

A stationary, deposit the gualla in ???

shavings

Projected, aimlessly ranting, but chafing the char basing

The tar laces the blunts, give a fuck what you partaking in

Four souls, transcend, trapped with a large ???

So we see them songs, swat ‘em

Jalapenos hot as Guatemalan springs, we faint to breathe

We paint the scenes of Nicaragua, ganja, seize it, new Armada

Chiefing, leave a piece, and then mahalo, swing it con Youtaro-san

Watch the isle tip

See the light, pry it shut, samurai assist, sight this loot, slyest

Highest nigga of the hierarchs

Trees chop, diamond barking, journey to the steep, loft sea

Wats, he’s ???

Lips too dry to spit

Swim in the sky as an astro-hieroglyph, his lungs match his irises

Fuck it…