Testo Necromancing - Peanut Butter Wolf

Necromancing

Anarchy at its finest, at its finest
Necromancy, just necromancy
The proven point
Stops motion
Make points for the sake of debate
Strike a match off my (?)
Spark up my lake
Of thought-provoking wordplay
Line me up with the greatest on any given day
Panic when asked how it feels to have me
Communicate with the dead populace
I predict tragic events
Vent out my aggression
Never come with deep investments
Rumors about the king spread throughout the peasants
I’m a has been
Because I have been more than him or him
The plant’s too sporadic
I move at a slow pace
Comparin' and rarely sparing critiques
You’re the only civilian within this fleet
Acting like an admiral
Admirable though but animals
Don’t rock like humans, talk like humans
Rhyme like humans, inside this human
I’m traveling through the ruins
My back turned to the city
The snakes and (?) create modern milestones out of hatred
I lived dining at the last banquet
Blasphemy (?)
In a room full of herb smoke
Conversating on how hip-hops like the soaps
Bad actors and corny scripts
That ring in pitch in your ears
Really a frequency
Passing these women on the streets with no decency
I’m tuned in to the 360th degree
I’m tuned into the 360th degree
Cause aggression equals animalism
(?) dribbling for acknowledgement
But I never stop
You’re surrounded by my voice, wire fence
This insanity lies self-evident
I’m just necromancin'