Faustian

Carbon crystal crust on the handle and blade perimeter
Every time I clutch it, it turn a Sahara summer into a Wisconsin winter 
I practice swings on the Sprinter, Ken Griffey tape on the monitor cuz killing niggas gotta look effortless 
Redemption arc crazy, niggas was broken and shekel-less
All the blood, sweat, and tears I shed can’t compare to the fluid that’s now contained in my necklace 
My vision obstructed, can’t see the base or the precipice but my internal compass send me where atmosphere thinner
Cadaver reanimated with shuriken spinners, valet supplanting the viscera while I walk into dinner
The ambience tethered tightly to switch on the dimmer
The diver scallops play butter polo, they excellent swimmers
Better as treaders 
I’m tryna be cautious but the beurre blanc was determined to venture onto Veneta
Careful abstraction in which I’m couching the jargon
They think my digits a covert product of Faustian bargain
4 years of cooking from when the firmament darkened to vitiligo progression the only deal I done schemed up
Server notice my jacket missing the signature tartan
Me and my musings kinda like Zeus and Athena 
The fork is a vessel for Carrillera filet and further the pork is a vessel for chimichurri patina 
My torso canvas for intricate tapestry  
Loro single appearance then it’s Rasheed in Atlanta 
Pendant atop it could kill a drought in savanna
My denim trousers were standard before exposure to gamma
Got a cloaking device so coupe can’t be seen on the scanners 
Shotgun I work my way through an Ellison novel
Installed the Vellanos, wasn’t too much of a squabble
The shocks adjusted, I wouldn’t know if the pavement was cobbled
My lexicon is much more than a garnish 
Stigmas sticking out the crocus need meticulous harvest
Bummie flickin outta focus just to muddy my 20-piece but the way the karats beaming you gon see em regardless
30 racks in a repurposed carcass 
Keep a couple Kaponos in case that make me a target
In the 650 coupe you might see the roof on milk carton but in the Phantom I be scanning constellations for martians
It depend on the day
Honestly I’m impartial long as I get to my play
Ethical diamonds got me swimming in the bouillabaisse
Sunlight generate a prism off the turbot filet
Can’t believe that made it to a position where Huncho capture my angles in Michelin star kitchens
Tryna better layer my flavors the current mission
Tryna give you niggas something to savor every relisten