Light - Psykes

Let me, just play with your mind

Intertwine your mind providing sight for the blind

Yeah I do things like freeze time

Figuring your every moves that is stuck between the line

Ilbril, was never gone I remember

Still spitting shit with the CHLD of NVMBR

Yeah so you cats better figure

How he disappear but his spirit still lingers

Flames, has been burning inside

Turning red to blue and it’s coming for the light

Night, that’s when is burning bright

Burning bright yeah, igniting the dark night

Come, he has for the mic

Just like a beast, he kills prey with a strike

Psykes, are his brothers on the mic

So please stay away cause you know we all bite

Yeah, so sit back and relax

As Psykes hack words like a jack with an axe

Yeah murder you with pitchforks in pitch darkness

Eyes of the storm make it rain and cause thunders

Verse 2 (Define)

Who be the one to rock the mic

It’s Define from Psykelecticz

Injecting rhymes into your veins like a subutex addict

After effects so critical that’s when you start to panic

And that’s the main symptom of a potential XS’phobic

I’m erotic, more filthy than pornography

My element’s complicated than the average chemistry

Psychologically torture, no physical ability

Eliminate you cancer cells like I’m chemotherapy

I mess up you nervous system, the form of neurology

Suicide bomber, I’ll explode, killing fake lyricist

I got a beard, now you can call me the terrorist

Who’s gonna murder all you swagger rapper wannabes

Annihilate you, turn you to fictional fables

Cause swag won’t pay the bills and put food on the table

This ain’t no club banger but it’s still blazing hot

I may be the alumni but I’m still marking your spot son

Verse 3 (Young)

I am notorious, I rhyme glorious

I am Young, the spark of an apocalypse

Inflict heavy gashes

I leave scars that won’t heal even if time lapses

I’m flawless, study how I breeze through

You can’t define my substance, your style is see through

You stand incompetent to the mics that I wreck

Your existence is sillier than the war in Iraq

I am not rhyming, I’m simply connecting time

Realise I’m making you listen to my every line

So I, path a pathway of poison

Intoxicate everything that you claim to be poised on

Setting fire traps, I’m surrounded by energy

I be the reason for the wreck in your psychology

I keep my vision clear and watch from the stars

Your pen be your sword, but the blades too blunt to leave scars, what