Baritone Paradox

Living in a baritone paradox I crash into the future
Théodore Gericault, raft of the Medusa
Bergerac Cyrano, trapped in the minutia
A poor bastard with a stone, who fathoms a bazooka
Japanese manga ka, adventures in Neo-Tokyo
I speak colloquial, shit on the neo colonial
Magnolia hustle, tsunami these narcotics
Mongolian truffles, the psychology of prophets
Mosaic screen printed, vaccine politics
Underground aesthetics with a Michael Jackson following
Inner struggles of a cyclops, 5 blocks from opulence
Knots in my white Sox, we entertain apocalypse
Sfumato in bottle, whiskey age perfection
Vanilla silk gelato, with all my fake connections
Money makes em listen loving how ya lipstick glistens
The porcelain just whispers at our tormented existence
It's a garden of earthly delights
Pick and choose
Only find the martyrs that'll hurry at night
It's a garden of earthly delights
Pick and choose
Only find the martyrs that'll hurry at night
Black Caravaggio, mixed with northern Renaissance
Panels that are Africans, speeding on autobahn
Don Quixote, sprinkle the peyote
My Parmesan is Reggiano I'm Medici to dope fiends
The prominent Hieronymous Bosch the moment's ominous
The most synomous to GOD right out the monitor
The post impressionist open minds of the prejudice
Serpico and Guernica, micro dose of negligence
Marley shot the sheriff might not wanna shoot the messenger
Molecule and cellular triggers I hold a plethora
Marcus Aurelius I'm Spartacus rebellious
Artemisia Gentileschi my heart's heavy like an elephant
Rooted to the dirt I did it knew that it would hurt
Like Jupiter birth universal flash who did it first
Ryo Fukui her frequency moved me she danced so smoothly
Apologize I gotta skip town, sorry to leave so rudely
It's a garden of earthly delights
Pick and choose
Only find the martyrs that'll hurry at night
Win or lose
It's a garden of earthly delights
Pick and choose
Only find the martyrs that'll hurry at night
Win or lose