Текст песни My Chalice - Dxvndre

It's the Mr. Immaculate
Back hand smackin it
The vigilant militant individual that's rappin shit...
Like a present, my gift is the intelligence
With an idea of tellin what's real and what's not relevant
My pineal gland left scorchin from the vision
Keeping my thoughts away from turnin to a prison
My intuition glistens you can see from a distance
Delivering lyricism to all that be a witness
Hashtag enlightenment, deeper than placenta
Bustin limitation barriers when I enter
Ya area, spittin sick shit but no bacteria
Enough to fill qualities and demonstrate superior
Status, by burning M.I.C's down to ashes
Rinse and repeat like everyday bad habits
So fill up your cup while I fill up my chalice
Outweighin but levelling from the 47 balance, Ugh!

We maximising Fahrenheits
Takin up terabytes
Skip me with that flag but I guess I be a "Kryptonite"
Humble but I'm bragging right?
Scribble down my bragging writes
.Explain the opposite of left so I'm braggin right...
I'm souled out, and I ain't even sell myself
The message from my soul let unfold all my scriptures out
Im like Braille on the edges of ya fingertips
Feel my vibration every time there be a written spit
Rest in Peace to my G
Living up in the heavens but I still feel ya frequency
Receiving all the way from the 5th dimension
Guiding me with light as I journey through my ascension
Prevention barricading the unnecessary
Keep it double 50 till I end up in a Cemetery
An emissary servin something extraordinary
I cut to the chase, skippin the preliminary