When I get high, you move your body, baby, welcome to Mars; our shelter's in the star's! 'Red rocks, bitches' (Dave Chapelle quote) test the best doctrine! (break conditioning) Yes, SevidemiC is in it to mesh Compton with some Miami now you're off into the cosmos. Cloning picasso, (Sev and NoEmotion are both iconic) stoned at the rot show. (live show) You should watch GoldMask and a boss get uncovered like fossil and floss (show off) on 'em hostile! I can never go back to the false (being brainwashed) so, let the funk initiate! Countdown - lift the place! (Sev's live shows are high-energy) Awful. Yes, nigga, awfully awesome. Tossin' any caution away to be a Martian. (Sev isn't afraid of being different) Coughin' my crops out, (smoking weed) the zombie departed up and away with eternity in target. (Sev plans to be remembered forever) Throw this on and rocket right out your apartment. (Sev's music elevates the spirit) The starship enterprise (Star Trek reference) aint shit, hardly. I hit the space station to get a drink and they aint card me. Tar baby (Compton High School mascot) Farscape. NASA gone gnarly.

Coast on a turtle back, roast that urkel! (get high) Black caps on my murdillac (Sev's car) glass (meth) in my verbals. Act classy and get cold slapped. Where the hoes at? Blastin' a pilom (blunt) bat; toe tag (broken conitioning) action! Trippin' down a stony road of wicked sound. Lift the crowd alone rippin the bitch aloud! (Sev commands his audiences) Holy Moses, dont hold me. I loathe in my sect of the death (reborn consciousness) and it's cozy. Grody, forcey, deader than a floorknob! (ignorance) Better with some cheddar; (Sev's music is better now that he's invested more money) our endeavor is abort. (break conditioning) Love as more shrug and divorce us. You see we rape em (forceful love) and be makin' even more fuss, enormous! The fungus is around. (Sev's burdens) Stuck to the gown of my maiden (Sev's music) from the morgue dust. (zombie style) Moreso, I mangle with a cord, bro! (microphone) and bang, DemiCrip (SevidemiC revolution) off of dank (weed) and a Norco! (pain pill) Swing in the thing like 'famous!' Came to depict that the game (the music industry) is some lame shit! On the playlist of your main bitch! Call it language (Sev's sentence structure is so obscure its a language) Not the painless (Sev is not a happy artist) But this amazes! I came to kill (recruit) so you wont seal the real out; dont do that to me. Greedy. You're greedy when you come around. (fans expect alot for free from artists.) I came to kill for true appeal's in fear style, baby. (Sev's art is real entertainment) Amplification rakes in the patients! (Sev's abrasive style is earning him more followers) Damned with abrasions, (Sev cuts) grace, (Sev is devine) & the latest news from atop this ladder of the rot gets sadder in the plot, but does it matter if you got nothing else? (Sev's personal life keeps getting worse and all he knows how to do well is music) If I aint dope, cut the belt. (heroine reference) Or hit the same smoke (have no variety in musical tastes) and fucking fail, whore. Say you want more, so they shot me with adrenaline. (Sev is given a stabilizing adrenaline shot live to prolong his intense performances) Summoned the realest and left me layin' on the floor! SMM keeps the fatalest drugs. I'm faded a mug. I'm meanin' to say that I'm blazed as a motherfucker. (Sev is high on weed) Resurrect, wildin. Feel the affect of my vibin' (Sev will pretend to be human) Kill the impression (Sev will stop pretending) or reel from rejection (or not succeed in his mission) not resting to beckon the violence! (Sev is tirelessly stirring the pot of the music community) I've been toilin' again, (working hard) Royal with the pen, soiled like a McPoyle (dirty, milk-drinking TV show character) in the den. (ignorance) Right, don't spoil it for them. (milk) DemiC is raw (milk) them be the soy and the skim, boy! (Sev is the best in his field)

Navigate through brews (beer) and foliage. (weed) Who's lonely? Its all of everybody in this phony bitch. Forraging the zoniest points in a whorde spree! (zombie film imagery) Ya voice can't afford me - erroneous! (Meat can summon Sev) When the worms (nerds) combine with the ravers, you will crave war (Sev to reign in music) and I will be your savior. Flood the core (infiltrate the music industry) dodge a rojo laser. (spy movie imagery) Coppers who jock us can lick a cockle loco major. (anti hip hop cops) Ride in the mold lane. (play SMM's games) Pipe dro up! Cold dead Coltrane, (iconic jazz musician) zombie, what! High on a Tuesday (Sev's ritualistic maintenance day) Murder on the moor. Do everything to kill it (recruit Meat at all costs) so they die (break conditioning) in a cool way! Who say? Me say! CRIPpin on my replay! (Sev is a constant mode of revolution) Doomsday keepsake - (zombie hop) limb bits from the trees, (weed) man! Hittin' keif, set to preach (create) out the Sick Mind treehouse, bitch. Im beast 'round this! Morbid sources. (Sev draws art from death) Stylized orchids. Piledrive mormons like Guile (Street Fighter character) with a cordless. (microphone) Ice cold Coors set the coarse for endorphins. A transformer (x tab) more and I'm floored (rolling - high on exstacy) in the forest! Torching the corpses ensure our abortions, (zombie film imagery) but dont be sore, you can score with the torment! (Sev's music will always be around) Report to the warden. (become Meat) I say you hella good. (get approval) Resort to the forfeit, I prey they hella would! (dont oppose SMM) The taste ain't shook, (Sev is still hungry) we bangin' in the lotto! (taking chances) Lames tend to follow, we mechete through the woods! (SMM is original in approach) My name is in The Book. (Sev is devine) Blaming this bravado! (Sev is cocky) Trained to get collossal when my paint is in your brush! (The more Sev's art spreads, the more he is inclined to create it) In time you will be free and I'll be tellin' the story! (Sev is recruiting Meat on his own terms) Invited to release your prior hell (brainwashing) for the morbid forest. (getting high and enjoying to zombie hop) Nature's now unhealthy, seen your colour fade. Bleeding to the wealthy, seasons rust away. (The NWO is killing you) Load up! (get ready) Tapped, going goo! (THC concentrate) slap yous and your crew, huh? (Sev fears no one) Venom in the shrew (small animal with deadly venom - SMM) got goose, (loose) babybubba, shut your cluck and find temples! (stop being sodramatic and educate yourself) Sin is sexing design in my crystals. (Sev sees a bright and exquisite future for his art) 'Don't stop 'til you bust a nut!' (Afeni Shakur quote) Ghost hop (zombie hop) go tropical, hustle up! ('Semi Pro' film reference) Most cocky when the rocks meet my rum in cup. Slammed under the canopy, (high on weed) managing our gravity with the muscle, cuz! (SMM is stable) I seen you in the leaves, (high) jammin' out your mandles! Swing from a vine, so cancelled! That means we're going off! Twack, (meth), greens, (weed) and the flowin' sauce! (liquor) Woe is us, throw it up at me! (wayf.gang sign) Swamp Row! (Sev's former Compton neighborhood) Don DemiC, awful apostle! Not to be crossed, for the rot (zombie hop) will accost you! Caught in a mosh (Anthrax band reference) who wants it with a boss, nigga? (Sev is taunting opposition) Floss, (show off) and you will get your digits bitten off! Listen, if I'm lickin' a stem, (eating magic mushrooms) iggins (ignorance - wayf for 'crazyness') is iminent. Him is driven from within, and they're just scrimmagin' the ball! (Sev is serious and rappers are garbage) Riffin', missing kilobits adrift, (going crazy) but the sicknesses depictions see vivid and we diminish 'em all! (Sev is utilizing his dimentia as a tool for success)

Emotionally inept. (Sev has no shame or remorse) Beaten up indeed, a wreck. (Sev has demons) Please just let me breathe a sec. (Sev hates traditional fame) Bring the sun to me. (Sev wants Meat to show allegiance and make him more powerful) My sinking feeling's going haywire. (Sev is inspired) Stay for a while so I can take more than Marcello (Benedetto Marcello, Italian composer) for my tarot reads 13! (death tarot/sick future) Rowing for the lake. (Working towards being covered in women) Pour my style for the pay. (Sev has figured out how to market) Bowing your cello, (pushing your buttons) sore-eyed (high on meth) pharoah of burnt dreams. (Sev movement redeems outcasts) Karma's got a kiss. She's timid with her lips, but I'm sure to find excitement in the light between her hips, (Sev is making sure that he makes good on his dark era) so I'm gonna ride a bison through the plains of the pain. (Sev uses his agony to create) Shootin' arrows (releasing quality art) for my sparrows, (demons) hunting brains (asleep public) as my game, cuz. I hold weight, (Sev is burdened) more weight than I care to carry, terror scary! Wary in eternal purging infernos of truth. In abuse to boost ruse! (Sev is tired of baring his soul without the cover of his art, so he commits to a disciplinarian role) Hey, dude, if this is new to you, we've been cruisin' through the screws, maneuvering suits beautiful! (SMM has been gaining success despite evil jabs by the music industry) This cannibal approach (zombie hop) breeds animal of most jealous intentions/ inventions; aint no paddles on the boat! (Record companies have tried to sign Sev, but he saw no future in that decision) So they drift away into the rich decay of what we know not enough; some sense the break! Hence the pace. (Sev works hard) I like it rough, I'm tight enough! (Sev welcomes adversity) Lay my burdens down, find a mic and light 'em up! (Sev channels his negative energy during live shows) My sinking feeling's on a schtick about face to the fixtures in my scriptures. (Sev is feeling down) Albeit, this flinchy temper descends on how me sees it with ends. (Sev feels better when he is paid for his work) Let's fill this empty up, simply enough. (Sev is beckoning the Meat spread his art) I'm dustin' fistacuffs (fighting) with these greasy demons, nigga, what? This ain't even about the normal sob story that you always hear. (Sev doesnt want pity) Drowning these in beer. Preach to reach the gears. Now you're taken for me. (Once Sev is in a position of power, he knows he will be praised) Pound your day in something, I use a beat (Sev works on music constantly) & the burdens release temporarily; I'm acin', homie! (Sev finds success by using pain to fuel his art) Lifted with this hemp and zenphen ridiculous and if you missed it, don't trip, I'll pitch you missles and rickits. (the best is yet to come) Drill it, dentist. (play Sev's music constantly) Ridden with the sinister. (Sev has demons). Killin' every chicken til me finish, huh? (Sev will fight haters indefinitely) Lickin' on me fingers with a dinner bun. (ignorance/zombie imagery) Zombies got in it, (Sev has a buzz) watchin shit diminish! (The industry cant compare to SMM) Call me to get it crunk; nausea, (wayf.gang drink) crip, (weed) and bitches. This is glistening sickness, so burdens are a necessary business! Pain makes the art, cuz ain't nobody trippin' off the innocent!

You give me nothing to believe in! I'm holding onto me! (Sev is inspired by his own celebrity) Too sickly; fucking through with reason. Im roaming off to feast! (Sev is tired of furthering his art in a humane manner and is now ready to fully commit) Yea, I know you got the taste! (Sev is aware of his buzz) How I laid ya face up and dug all in your trachea! (zombie film imagery) Watch me get her hot like a baker. (Sev's music is an aphrodisiac) Tag it like a laser; glossin' off her crotch! (sex) Sick god damn frejeloterac! (ignorance) Grease her lower back, then my belt will get a notch! (sex) All of my demons went lethal. Sprawl out the evil when we eatin, my people! (with SMMs success, evil musical energies die) My nigga, I be go! (high-energy) Fly scenes intervene with a writhing show. (live) 'Might steam my green with a watery soak! (weed dipped in sherm) my pottery broke, (Sev lost his mind) so now I feast on all of the folk, like you! (Sev is only focused on spreading his art) Soon, there will be nothing but room in a dust ring, (apocalypse) grubbing out on a boob with shrooms in a tomb. (private drug-fueled stints with women) Bite two, or maybe even three at a time! (zombie film imagery) Leave 'em in line, I'm about to dine on a human haiku! Ladies, they remember 'Eat Me' and 'Killin Crazy' (older songs of Sev's) but killin crazy ain't fulfilled me lately! (Sev's music is getting better quickly) Maybe even passed up the last one! If it dont slap, baby, gag on the fashion! (Sev is mocking those who claim to not like his music. Hes saying 'if you dont like the music, check out how cool I look!') Bloody rides upon my mustache (eating vagina while woman is menstruating) & cashin' in bags of blood for a valid ration. (Sev's will go to extreme lengths to make good on his hard work) Afterwards, pass the buds (Sev will smoke weed and celebrate with SMM) and gut the dragons! (disgust evil) Succastash phlegm's such a task when I'm gassin'! (it's difficult to sing clearly when performing at full energy) Fuckin' ask him what the haps is on that, then. Feastin', whether I'm lickin' bass lips (eating pussy) or rappin'! Cheddar and biscuits, (money and guns) listed loco, flippin' the popo off! Fixing to mix mischief with this shrimp and Togo's, dipped in risotto sauce! (ignorance) Honey, it does something funny to my tummy! (Sev inspires himself) Yummy when I'm chewing 'em down. (Sev likes his growing popularity) No money, I'll do it for nothin, find you at the luncheon. We're munching up the coolest around! (All types of people are Meat)

What's goin' on with the trunk rattle battle rock? (have you heard zombie hop?) Chumps got a pimp and SevidemiC ain't trickin! (Sev won't sell his soul for fame) Punch from the bump (bass) thumps dump (poop) out of your saddlebox, (butt) punk! Slumped with the metal in your Michelins. (Sev's music is mesmerizing) You ain't goin nowhere; dope in the worst way! Choke, faggot, dont stare! (Sev knows he's a spectacle) Shorty, its your birthday! (women, dance!) Hey, party like it's armaggeddon! Helped myself to sevenths leaving nothing on the plate! (Sev is taking advantage of his gifts and knowledge) Wait, or should I say your face? Cuz, I ate that bitch and deficated the remains all over the rap game; (Sev knows you and everyone else like zombie hop) emptied bowels on it. Sonic intrusion lawless, so the audience moshes. I told you to hold still, didn't I? (Sev mocks how hard it is to not dance to zombie hop) Startin' my own, (SMM) fuck that Illuminati sigma phi. I rule it oddly; dead demigod. Theres a blessing in the ox meat. (biblical) Tell it to a zombie! Fail to feel the time fall right through our hearts and minds! (People dont respect their existance) Impaled and unshielded. (brainwashed) All's fine (sarcasm) in the life of the dying. (those who havn't fully broken conditioning) Thrive on the go! (create on uppers) Night flows through my rhythm. (Sev manipulates his demons through his music) Tight hold on my mission, this incision might loathe! (Sev knows he could take his vision over the edge) Toes tippin' to the ceilin' (completely consumed in his art) frozen in a missin' vision. (Sev's music is original) Rippin' hits of an OG (weed) & gettin' stoned! Whoo, baby, you're infected! (you like zombie hop) Who would fade me? (No one is better than Sev artistically) Stay true to the dead kid. (Sev) True rabies. (loyal Meat) Let me get at em. I'm tracking (recording) a fathomably callous path of verbal action! Pass a burning bat of cabbage in a wrap! (weed) Then crack it under the bottom, turn it up & pop the cap like that! It is called a shotgun! We do it in the dead zone (Sev's secret hangout) with a diddy bop, dun! & now I'm scoopin up a cute little zombie chick. Bust a nut on her caboose, shit, cuz mami thick. Nigga, I'm way past kickin' the can! (Sev is serious about his art) On my own program and ain't giving a damn!

When the rot pops off, pause and get lost on it! (play SMM's games) You sought raw sonic proposito in the pocket. (Meat want good music) I'm locked in your optics. Caught in the toxins. Hostage under a cross, knockin' back Jack shots! It's hot shit! Cash crop, ominous chocolate. (Sev knows he will make money from the character 'chocolate') That's not the riddle, but chaps cop my drivel. (Sev doesnt want to focus this song on 'chocolate' but instead focus on how much people are into his art) Intact atop a missile. (Sev is destined for greatness) I sizzle, your fluids trickle. (Sev knows he is talented) In fact, I'm not the civil individual! Kid, you wont get it until a brick is in your temple, (people only understand drama) so emphasis imprinted on your mental - accentuating intensive flow! (Sev puts his career's future within his lyrics) Dig it? Frickin' midgets (dumb people) get the mindfuck! I gave em 9 months to get sick (Sev set a goal to be on tour 9 months from his 25th birthday) and time's up! Yo, light the kine, (weed) punk! Mine bumps fine! (Sev is giving artistic credit to himself) Slunt (wayf word for needy women) terrible. Incline! (Succeed) Front and sever you in time, son! (Sev sees all who oppose him and will cut them from his movement) 'beware' the song. (deftones reference) Run the marathon. (stick with SMM for the long haul) Once the scare is on, punch & tear at cons (fight evil forces/defend SMM) terror paragon, yup! You are now in tune with the gratuitous influence of me in my tortured orchard. (weed induced musicality) Few are found in full but surely will turn up piece by piece (zombie film imagery) in my tortured orchard. (Sev will continue to recruit Meat) Piece by peice, some of the mangled up Meat can be preached to easy, sniping 'em right from plush trees. (weed helps people understand zombie hop) Prideful, I gripe and bust heat. (Sev creates great music) Eiffel, they'd like to touch me. Rivals to the trife and weak! (SMM) This be we, ditzy fiends crave zedrock death hop. (zombie hop) Rest stop dirty. Not worthy of the half a second I just took to mention 'em. I'm taking my lyrical hat off and beating 'em senseless yellin' 'Gilligan!' I'm rollin a bone (weed) and off a pill again. Youve got your eyes on the motherfucking hills I'm in! (Sev knows his buzz is growing) Something's rough and tumble along the pathway, actually! (Sev forsees a harsh future) Where you now find your body, it ain't no passe/ blasse fucking bullshit. (Sev's art is legitimate) Loaded like full clips. (drunk and high) CRIP. (Community Revolution In Progress) The tune dips stupidly. (Sev is serious) Who's this? SevidemiC. Who's that? Beast (Adrian Carujo) on the boom bap! (instrumental) Dude, tap your boo's fat booty to my tomb rap! (have sex to his music)

Star, which side do we side on? (Sev is weighing the options of fame) Far from blind disease! (Sev leans towards the benevolence) Dark inside the sleaze! (Sev recognizes evil) Nestle with infection, (get acquainted with zombie hop) echo through deception, yep! (break condtioning) Testing this protection, (Sev has experience in white magick) let go through finesse and death! (break conditioning) Tangled in the approach, rain is cleverly cloaked. (The Illuminati tricks people) The pully system's (evil music companies) got it in for me but I've got a secret weapon. I'll fight back! Baffled at the concept. (Sev hates the Illuminati) Rattled to the point of never asking who is God next. (people are led blindly) Sacrificial mania. (The music industry) Tattle to your God next. (Sev mocks Christians) mind lepers (the Illuminati) flourish & the purest detergents (SMM) avert this crash. Initial alias; Killing, (zombie hop) we need it. Care, (mocking the bohemian grove) we need it. Willing to tear you apart in a minute, its endless. (Sev threatens the Illuminati) Ginning while we ghost ride (car stunt) there (to destiny), yea! Sick Mind macro (SMM), pack a fat bowl! Trip devine lazlo. (glorious rule) Track (record) in 'attack mode.' Perverted infirmity. The work (zombie hop) is at your service. The curse of curbing absurdity (bad music) it falls like bird shit. Iconic, soon to be. I'll rock the eulogy. Deadsperate (dead/desperate) zed word. (zombie) Kill em up! (recruit Meat) Yes, bitch! Pop a thizz! (Exstacy) Nigga, what? Messner. (reknown adventurer) Reckless. Turn it to 11, (Spinal Tap reference) shleppin text as I dress this! On the block, rag hangin like a necklace. Gross. Fuck it, man, I'm hella West Coast! Swamp (Sev's former neighborhood) thing syndrome. Lock the beat and get gone, (make good music) do it! I'm blowin' oowie (weed) munchin' on a scoobie! (weed brownie) Moshing pits go hot; the geeks are ripped, loc - phooey! (Meat never get too high) the chosen few be puffin like true beasts! & Imma screw beats all off in the ass with the clap on me shaft and a quad (1/4 oz. of weed) in me backpack!

Burn it all! (Disrupt society) Vibhuti, fly, bottom, cigar - (all types of ash) who cares? There's nothing fucking left of an empire! A fair share of fire has engulfed it! Heavens to the pulpit! (Sev fantasizes about the society's fall) In analytical chemistry, this is the compound in question. Combustion (SMM) crept up on the system to fuck them. Witness the aftermath of eruption. Who will be the flame? (the aggressor) Who will be the paper? (the victim) Who will seek the rain? (follow evil) Who will seek the savior? (live the good) They found there that town was consumed in ahses! (Meat took over) Rainy corridors make a muddy debris! (pain makes heavy art) They found there that sound was entombed in ashes! (zombie hop) Patients of a war (potential Meat) wait for something to see!

Tied real tight to my rituals. Mic high on calomine chemicals. (Sev coats his microphone is a flame retardant gel for live shows) 12 kills since I came 'round wearin' a plain frown, (Sev has been recruiting Meat) barrelin' down on sacred mirrored rooms. (Sev is at war with the Illuminati) I suit with bruising shoes. (Sev is aggressive) In illusions, truth is a noose induced. (The Illuminati kills you with lies) With the Cruzian, (rum) dude gets goose & boobed. (Sev does great live shows while drunk) Frickin' cool and tubular, aloof in Jupiter. (strain of weed/Sevan is high) Often, copies get lost; Degrassi. (Sev mocks Drake) Crocks are breakin' the shocks and makin' me want to cross them off in awesome wash with tossed atrocities in these coffins, we rockin' philosophies! (Sev plans to use his art to do away with evil/meritless music) Focused on the trip and the trade. (art & marketing) You've already bitten the bait. (you like what you hear) Live on your face, but your're a gonner! (denial means nothing) This isnt sentimental, it is a crippin' missile! (Sev isn't worried about anyones emotions; hes's on a mission) Call it chaos in the pocket, American. This is the quintessential dead presidential wreckage. (zombie hop is necessary and profitable) Reference in the leverage. (proof of Sev's success is in his buzz) New American Zombie. Ride real high on the trichomes. (THC) Rhymes turn the sky into a cyclone. 5 stones ($5) shy of a cone's eye glowing. (burning joint) Nose dive in my Boeing, yo. (Sev is getting too high) I've got the groty flow! Telepath map, hella pragmatic. (Sev knows his journey will be difficult) Take a look - rebel rap craft level, mass metal. (Sev's art is heavy) Bash devils. Hash bebblin' (bubblin') fast and that settles on the track in the treble with the masses embezzled. (Sev's music is mesmerizing) Mine, mine. Bound in twine, (wardrobe reference) crowned solar out the fold of decline. (Sev is devine) Sound goes into mind, mouth closed, improvise. (stop being dramatic and submit to zombie hop) Now, souls are to find their accuser - Loser! (one finds oneself upon becoming a student of zombie hop)