[Intro: Cyrus Malachi]
Yeah, Orphans of Cush tearing heads off right now
O.O.C
Yo, yo
[Verse 1: Cyrus Malachi]
The silent cartographer
Write my metaphors, then I aim them at your bronchiolar
Beat you for as long as a kilometre
Every sentence like an epidemic of cholera
Strike like a thousand Zulu warriors stampeding
Vanquish your legion
I'm a primordial black hole with a cancerous flow
My pen strikes like aneurisms
Cut you up, spill your cuts like sandwich filling
Hip hops been brainwashed like TV evangelism
Eat MCs like cannibalism
Have you worship every member of my team like pantheism
‘Cause compared to the Orphans of Cush
You're puss
[Hook: Cyrus Malachi
We leave our rivals torn with their ribs trapped
It's pharaoh war when we spit tracks
Leave your spinal cords spinning on the slip mats
We got those riveting lyrics that split backs
[Verse 2: Kyza]
Oh yes, don't mess with these guys
You really want a slow d**h?
I'ma bore you with a soul torture, where you forfeit your life
Then I'ma put my fork in your eyes
No breath, when I cut out your heart, your lungs and your whole chest
I'ma put it in the microwave and try to taste it, “Mmm, that's so fresh”
Cannibal eating them up, take a little peak of my lunch
That's not really an eyeball
Enough mans died for what you just seen on my tongue
Knock out your teeth from your lungs
Open your mind with a razor blade
To all the other blood vacation rays
I really really make my day
Trap your toe, then take the bait
I can't help it, pain to save
[Hook: Cyrus Malachi
We leave our rivals torn with their ribs trapped
It's pharaoh war when we spit tracks
Leave your spinal cords spinning on the slip mats
We got those riveting lyrics that split backs
[Verse 3: Masikah]
Every verse I dispatch
Is like a cancer causing chemical contaminate slash
Burn your face like a flammable splash
Punch your chest so hard
Your respiratory can will collapse
Watch you flip like a panic attack
Implode your dome with this canister rap
It's the circuit slash riot author
You get subjected to the series of systematic torture
Hannibal Lecter when his lambs crept to the slaughter
Face [?] and dissemble your aorta
I smack the stellar dust out of you superstars
Explode like Chinese firecrackers when I use these bars
You couldn't collide with Cush, even if you was a moving car
Get brutally scarred, booed of the mic with them fruity bars