Maybe just maybe
the only reason sheeple call me crazy
iya because their third eye is way too fucking lazy
they can't see shit, they vision way too fucking hazy
I refuse to stoop to their level, upper eshalon, cuz Ima lady
soft and sweet just like a daisy
don't trust nothing, especially the government, cuz all them demons is shady
too busy programming our brown babies
fuck religion, I am that church, thats gonna send them back to hades
send they ass to greek hell
with words, I cast a spell
and if your energy is a threat, best believe I can tell
I am the star of truth seen by three kings as I fell
carrying mysteries of the occult, tarot cards i foretell
as I dig deep into your emotions, your true self I unveil
Goddess of the underworld, sent here to release your mind from its jail
got that crack that help you elevate, but only if you willingly to sell
subliminal messaging to be ahead n not the tail
lucifer, son of the morning, yeah just consider me your bail
I'm too cocky with this shit man, so spread my message like mail
cuz I'm over here having way too many ephinanies
eating pomegranate fruit, over here feeling like Persephone
dont know who she is, that's ok just feel my energy
as I scream and yell, man fuck society
and anybody who don't agree
with my raw delivery
as I unleash my memory
now sit back n watch me manifest my powers times three
signed, sealed, delivered the message.... so mote it be