Wordsmith Villain
By Scryer Child

[Short Intro Hook:
Chillin' in the club, speakers bumpin' like style's done went
Ima wordsmith villain drinkin' 151, Bourbon and Absinth
wormwood hallucinogen to get this b***h hoppin',
to the beat of the bass drum poppin',
carcinogens of the mind creepin' up upon us, bodies droppin']

Yeah, Im feelin antsy, sittin in the dance club sipping brandy, dank green blunt between my lips, so sweet it tastes like candy, smoke surrounds me so thick and hazy I can't see and that's the way it should be, gettin high as birds in the sky, I'm Scryer Child...

I find Im standin in a candyland of hidden poker hands seran-wrapping OG pounds into OZs,
cushion's cozy, life's in demand, we live life best we can, with our wits and the blood on our hands, writ page drippin with the flood of our stance in reprimand to the lance of indifferent chants that say we can't...yeah

[Full Hook:
Chillin' in the club, speakers bumpin' like style's done went, Ima wordsmith villain drinkin' 151, Bourbon and Absinth, wormwood hallucinogen to get this b***h hoppin', to the beat of the bass drum poppin', carcinogens of the mind creepin' up upon us, bodies droppin' into

A fluid dance with the moon glittering above, soon, bodies meld together like colored glue in rainbow hues, shimmering, imbued with well-being through and through, feeling one with each other, loving one another as unconditionally as we all should
]

Abstract rhymes, shooting straight as Artemis's arrow flies no way to pay the piper, obol under tongue, two coins in my eyes to ferry me across the rising tide of racial distension, spittin word conventions tryin to release the tensions of our lives entwined in apprehension

But now there's foes in every direction, course correction right into the resurrection of ghosts hell-bent with hellish intention that relish the pain we're livin in, and feed the drugs we're sellin to our fellow man, but its a cycle, psycho-logical fight for the right to show off who's worth mo...insane yo...

What is the score? Is it body count? The more the bodies mount, the steeper the climb out from the core of hell's mouth, far south of heaven, where the flames dont burn out, where once devout names fade when they churn out mediocre claims to fame again and again to gain clout

But thats not what Im about, you can come swingin and without a doubt, I'll come back, not demeaning, but stout, like two boys in the back boxin it out with the rage of the pen, lyrical dividends pay out, 'cause we're like caged animals in pens, enraged, ready to tear the world's throat out

[Full Hook:
Chillin' in the club, speakers bumpin' like style's done went, Ima wordsmith villain drinkin' 151, Bourbon and Absinth, wormwood hallucinogen to get this b***h hoppin', to the beat of the bass drum poppin', carcinogens of the mind creepin' up upon us, bodies droppin' into

A fluid dance with the moon glittering above, soon, bodies meld together like colored glue in rainbow hues, shimmering, imbued with well-being through and through, feeling one with each other, loving one another as unconditionally as we all should
]

If you hear this and wanna take me on? Take on unity. Take on the desire to build community where noone has immunity to the soon to be flood of critically conscious brutally honest food we eat, turning to flies and maggots with each breath we breathe in a sea of seething breeds

Racing, tryna be outpacing, when we should be communicating and embracing, so many dream of the same thing, equality amongst everything as it should be, taste and believe, thats the only way to achieve it, for roots to grow above ground, to reach out for the light to sprout and feed.

You gotta problem with that?
B***hes know where to find me.

[Hook:
Chillin' in the club, speakers bumpin' like style's done went, Ima wordsmith villain drinkin' 151, Bourbon and Absinth, wormwood hallucinogen to get this b***h hoppin', to the beat of the bass drum poppin', carcinogens of the mind creepin' up upon us, bodies droppin' into

A fluid dance with the moon glittering above, soon, bodies meld together like colored glue in rainbow hues, shimmering, imbued with well-being through and through, feeling one with each other, loving one another as unconditionally as we all should
]

Yeah. Division won't get us anywhere.
Think about it. What does it achieve?
Nothing. And worse...it causes hate.
S**ts cray. Gets in the way. No debate.

I'm Scryer Child here representing the city of Tacoma.
The city of destiny.
Yeah.
Peace out and love to all from the PNW.