Immortal Nightbody - Tom Wiscombe Cold Open Lyrics

Heaven sent we represent that
Uncut dialectic intellect  
Subverted expectations of
A flagrant weird ass nigga
Pure distilled purpose

I don't spit bars
I spit the end of fucking civilization
I spit that tesseract, that dark chalet
Those steel beam foundations
Origami folded from straight from sheets of polished titanium
If Trump's re-elected i'm unaffected
I stay out here wreckin'
Still brazen, Taipei 101, stackin, peep the architecture
You need some shit bro ha i'll be sure to getchu
Not the plug but i am the whole connection
Trouble from all directions
I just work my angles, bitch

I work them angles
If i'm in danger
Like i'm tom wiscombe

Hairs on the weed red and curly
It's that debra messing
Lightning bolts of xans and coke,
We call it that manic depression
Taste tested flavors of the united states of oppression
Nightbody the pope don't go playing with your fucking blessings
Immortal head of class, today's lesson:
Get your weight up, get to flexin
Struggle muscles,
Stay grounded in your hustles

And even if all of the sky (Of time)
Is caving in on your head

WE MIGHT BE WATCHING ROME FALL IN REAL TIME