The Code
See the username folks, did you crack the code?
See numbers counting down before the crap explodes
Oh he's back, he's dope, his trophy cabinet's stacked out
And he's cracking his neck, for a show at a packed house
This is an intermission at the old stomping grounds
Some espionage type shit, before the dealer drops a pound
Call me a satellite circling, a colossal comet surging in
To start a nuclear winter, but that's just light work for him
I'm older and wiser, still in the peak of my prime
Enough to craft a line into a dart to pierce an iris
And I don't need to decide which, or when to speak my mind
Or compose another story to capture the eyes with
I'm still half in hibernation, this giant's still waking up
But I'm still making up a list of these clowns who're fake as fuck
Returning to the beginning, with a tongue in acid mode
One more time for those that missed it,
Did you crack the code?
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