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MC the FURT - The King Of The Gut

lyricist: the FURT The King Of The Gut Yeah. Darkness. No sunlight in here. No time on the clock. Just me. NKGW. Waking up in the castle. Let’s take a walk. Yo, I wake up deep, heavy sleep, no sun inside the room Can’t tell the time, just pitch black, silence in the gloom But I’m feeling fresh, morning vibes in my chest I look around the dark, put my instincts to the test Accepted my fate, this ain't a dream, it’s the real I’m exploring the world, got a kingdom to feel Some call it a hideout for the lost and the missing But I’m NKGW, listen to the narrative I’m twisting This is my castle, I’m the King, checking the territory Looking for defects, writing my own glory. I head downstairs, safe moves, keeping it low Then a faint light shines from the ceiling, a glow But it fades to black, then I hear the deafening sound A roar from the gods, shaking the uneven ground I bite the esophagus, holding the folds tight Looking up at the roof, seeing drops of the light? Nah, it’s rain falling, then the dam breaks loose A muddy torrent crashing, like a heavy abuse It’s a waterfall dropping, trying to tear me apart I clench my teeth, holding on with all of my heart Swept away, bit down, swept away again Inside the stomach now, entering the lion’s den. Deep down in the belly of the beast, we ride Nowhere to run, nowhere left to hide From the throat to the gut, yeah the current is strong Just a parasite king where I don’t belong (We flow on) Yeah, we flow on. (Holding on) Until the break of dawn. The current subsided, I’m alive, I survived the crash But I need flood control before the next water splash Looking for materials, gotta build me an ark Crawling down the stomach wall, fumbling in the dark My head hits the liquid, no smell, just the taste It’s the water he drank, swirling around in the waste To him it’s a sip, but to me it’s the sea An ocean of depth, threatening to bury me. Then something hits my head, smells sweet, what is this? A kernel of corn, pure golden bliss Washed up on the edge, the perfect boat for the trip I climb on the yellow, getting a grip on the ship Drifting on the surface, drying off my wet skin Staring at the ceiling where the darkness begins No stars in the sky, just the flesh and the gloom I close my eyes, sleeping in the living room. I wake up later, the floodwaters gone down My corn ark is moving, sailing through the town Checked the hull for damage, acid couldn't break the shell They say corn is hard to digest, and it serves me well Smell of pancreatic juice, yeah the funk is alive Entering the small intestine, taking the dive Sharp angles, tight turns, twisting the path If I had ears, I’d be sick from the aftermath. But the stream opens up, to a river so wide And the view that I saw hurt my cynical pride Pale glowing lights floating, lighting the space Like ghosts in the water, setting the pace I paddled to the light, saw the oval shape clear It’s a grain of rice, glowing blue, drawing near Absorbing UV, shining like a neon sign Stuck to the large intestine, looking divine It’s a starry sky buried in the depths of the hole “Light is a nice thing,” it touches my soul. Deep down in the belly of the beast, we ride Nowhere to run, nowhere left to hide From the throat to the gut, yeah the current is strong Just a parasite king where I don’t belong (We flow on) Watching the rice stars glow. (Holding on) But there’s nowhere left to go. The journey was long, gotta find a place to stay Jumped off the ark, called it a wrap for the day Clung to the folds, decided to be a pest Took a bite of the host, put his patience to the test Just a little harassment, I closed my eyes to rest Feeling at peace, feeling truly blessed. Then the rumble returns, louder than before Not a stream, not a rain, but a terrifying roar I look up and see it, a wall of brown hate Incomparable power, sealing my fate The rice stars flicker in the dim, weak light Illuminating the horror, ending my night Muddy black current, the smell is intense Retribution for the bite, past the present tense. He’s flushing the system, the dam’s broken down I bite into the wall, but I’m going to drown Too late for the grip, swept away like a leaf In a storm of the waste, giving me no relief Swept with the excrement, sliding to the door No trial, no judgment, just the ocean floor Exiled from the castle, flushed out the back Just a king in the cold, fading to black. Yeah. It was a good run. From the stomach to the end. NKGW. Signing off.