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)