Black Lair - The Black Opera/Melody Betts
Welcome to the black lair the dark matters in my cosmos
Qwazars going pro blacker than Mutombo
Nose poking thru the black layers in my wardrobe
Got holy rollers low lap dancing on my gonzo
Take off your bible belt sit have a convo
Thinking things what they seem fabricates your costume
Perception is king you never know who's the Diablo
When you're electric the average lake will shock you
In other definition perception is what's guides us
Like premonition to a psychic
They say you complex man you way too complex
So I gotta filter when I write it it's nonsense
Feel like I'm here for something much greater
Catching the spirit like a ghost chaser
My image missing like I'm ghost facing
But I'm no sound alike Bronson
Action floating from my satellite conscience
Conscience they say we all vessels
So I should pack it in my jacket but my jacket's full metal
Our glory unfolds with every lyric that I shoot
Our story untold like it was written by a mute
Believe none of what you hear half of what you see
Some of what you read between and underneath
The lines hidden fine printing
Finer than Solange sister with ya eyes squinting
Feels like we're living in a time capsule visiting the now after
Traveling through space and time the speed sound travels
Mock now bow later
We'll see who's standing by their word when it all goes down frasier
The greatest when they was passing out labels
I was moving the ground pavement
The lost and profound statements
These n**gas don't hear me though they smoking on that loud baby
Is history repeating or we just repeating his story
Art imitating life or life doing the mimicking haha
House of mirrors we reflect the current imagery
We just feel the spirit like we hearing BeBe's sister sing
CeCe carbon copy
May archaeologists find this armored body
Learn from the past never live in it
Or burn into ash in the wind missing