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Archangels

from Corona Diaries by BRK BRD

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I’m a mess to em’
I’m a mess to em’
I’m a mess to em’ but I came to put a rest to em
I’m a mess to em’

I'm a mess to em' but I came to put a rest to em'
No contest to em' I could care less what the best doing
Archangel rep solidified star-spangled
Had to maim you to prove that this is what it came to

Mind flex no rest you can’t hold his pen
Do your best to contest until I broke his chin
Dominate all over the map ain’t no fucking with them
I suggest you do your best before you meet your end

I got more sweet sixteen than fifteen grade tens
Pour heat unseen at seventeen made men
Can’t compete good lord Dom is at it again
You fucking sweet buckwheat who let you out of your pen
It’s ridiculous D & D is limitless with skillfulness
Witness this meticulous ubiquitous omnipotence
See the simple syllabus infectious like syphilis
It’s masterful maliciousness like gifts from St. Nicholas
Fucking frivolous and your wickedness is villainous
My name come out your mouth 24:10 Leviticus
You into this hooded serpent spit my poison frictionless
The infamous deliciousness of instruments and stimulants
BRK BRD synthesis indigenous and infinite
Crushing all heavyweights bloodbath indiscriminate
From the bone to ligament painting pics with vividness
I spend the time like stimulus to end your age of innocence

I'm a mess to em' but I came to put a rest to em'
No contest to em' I could care less what the best doing
Archangel rep solidified star-spangled
Had to maim you to prove that this is what it came to

Look you in the last leg of a bad race
Bars are barely bumping son you got a tired taste
Keep up this fucking bluffing be in a bad place
Fuck around make you Harlem-shake like you was pastor Mase

Disrespect will get you boxed like a crawl space
If you’re as happy as you say then why the long face
At odds with something so great
It kind of leaves you with a bad taste
Let's conversate a few facts to be faced
The broadest minds suffocating in my mind frame
So long after I'm dead weight
You'll read this and still feel some kind of way
Biting my tongue is not my forte I'm different
No you not listening I'm different
On the level of life that's unscripted
But I guess we don't have to get into specifics
On all ten toes and the flow’s unblemished
Niggas is dick-riding today fuck consensus
Born and raised in the trenches adopted mass living
Prophetic through scriptures even my weak blast tremendous

I'm a mess to em' but I came to put a rest to em'
No contest to em' I could care less what the best doing
Archangel rep solidified star-spangled
Had to maim you to prove that this is what it came to

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from Corona Diaries, released September 9, 2022
Produced by Jackson Whalan & Ian Evans
Lyrics written and performed by Dominik Omega and D.R.A.M.A.T.I.C.

Recorded at Jackson Whalan Music studios in The Berkshires, MA

Mixed by Ameen Rahman (A.Rob)
Mastered by Robert Macchiochi (Subvert Central Mastering)

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