Praise The Fervent Heat Celestial God

The Elements’ in My hand

Verse 1

Like Mike Tyson throwing darts with the fold blind

The flexing of the ex-nihilo canvas of who be

The calling of the curtain multi-galaxy gold mine

The Seven Thirty Seven sex bridge of the ruby Six 

sixty I've always been a fan of the And one, 

Not plane but I jumped out and sure I can land one

The Skydiving Greatest Celebration of Woman

Branded for first place seconds from the vaginal hand run 

The gravitational rocking optical lock Ash

The Bright orange is pouring a topical shock

Strut the catwalk, the dogfight, for King of the grouper

Individual who reaps residuals for the stooper

When it wears off the fair soft skin of the climbers

Sought the mountain top kissing and the roar of The Lion

Let the motion in the oceanic flow be the timers

Of the main event I came and went to pour into Zion

Crash NASA on my chest of astrophysics 

and master degrees, so the resistance enforces a take two

The fact Valentino doctoring of a squirrel 

I guarantee the nut'll wet tissue paper the breakthrough

And blow discovery to escape who 

The ink drying of who's supplying life, assigning the dead rights

The middle of the civil delivery discerning a digiorno 

the kneading of the Doe in my headlights

My dear, better buckle up, I strut as a buck

The wild rollercoaster ride fire fanning at light speed 

And Network for you to stay inspired to suck 

And brings his own first aiding for the bandage you might need

Foxholes are only smart for the troops who have a 

shot at shelter against the fiery attack

But the fact that I own the hole, ground, and the spark in 

this white world of gas is really irony in black

Hook

Who holds the curtain of all that exists

And the lits that emits in His fists

It's Mister Universe

The contents of the elements melt in his hands according to his belts and demands

Who holds the scroll of all that exists

And the lits that emits in His fists

It's Mister Universe

The contents of the elements melt in his hands according to his belts and demands

Verse 2

Merge constellations in response to the Ancient

My scrolling finger gave pitch to the black holes

The quantum matter made them scale to an atomic sanction

And trace a pattern to a switch in the black souls 

A fair enough assertion, the aquanautic, the aeronautic, the astronomic

Has incremental hints suggesting that my ass was on it

Riding the asteroid to blast past the voids of the continuum that mass destroyed

Now set that in the context of bomb sex 

you’ve landed on the active rays of extremities 

of inner weaves lascivious, an interstellar cellar where the 

lower thieves oblivious To thinner breeds of energy

The binary, blind find very defined climb 

to carry a divine cherry to the milky way and pop it

Sold a solar magnetic field for better yield a 

telescopic and this planetary never tell her stop it

You need to bleed to meet the Meteor [Meatier] Man

The Bursar of The Ursa Major calculates a lesser burst

Defeats the purpose of the heat in your hand

When the creases of the cosmic shape releases off the pressure first

Eleven doors of metaphors into hyperspace

Four-dimensional and six in potential practice #

And set a course, that fed a force, as a sniper face

You gotta ask my ex but y a z-axis

Celestial- resting is kinetic pulling solar flares 

When the golden ratio is set to lunar first

And cords of energy is sending heat to polar bears 

Perform fellatio to Sunny Mr. Universe

Chorus

Who holds the curtain of all that exists

And the lits that emits in His fists

It's Mister Universe

The contents of the elements melt in his hands according to his belts and demands

Who holds the scroll of all that exists

And the lits that emits in His fists

It's Mister Universe

The contents of the elements melt in his hands according to his belts and demands

*Repeat*