[Intro]
The crushing weight of the Tyrant's pa**age had left nothing unmarked
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
You get split in f**ing half by Ikon the Hologram's wrath
But I am the center inside the placenta of math
You clash with cyanide gas and die fast
Rhythmical equivalent of solids, liquids and gas
We smash your science, with the power of Lord Titus
But I am the virus inside of the iris of Cyrus
Upon papyrus, I k** snipers and body vipers
And strangle you with the organs of writers who try to fight us
Call me your highness and sip the blood from the phoenix
Who's guilty like the Jews in the crucifixion of Jesus
Murder the heathens and perish in a pit of cobras
Word is bond, my rhymes form into a swarm of locusts
Provoke us and face the Zodiac k**ers
Five Samurai, do or die, fire spitters
Heavy hitters from the lands of Sudan
k**adel, Shambhala, Ikon the Hologram
What!?
[Verse 2: Chief Kamachi]
Who's convoluting thoughts in self
This corpse and I know I spent
To the opening of a similar rift
And it's lost in a different set free
Scimitar for street a mention
Didn't ask for this world
It was complimentary to my righteous entry
We fit on the tree of life and consciousness
We get complex it's my last phrase
The message was colder air
If you could [?] you could [?]
Dress a side with colored gin
Descending on a capital I can
Leave respect for the moon
Let the sun shine behind
I meditate to attain a state of nirvana with finer minds
And the mind is too [?] with yoga
Stretching to China
Then ponder on the wisdom from the old comedic genre
It's the master builder
Seen many j**els to fill ya
Control your lower spirit desires, they might k** ya
Our old mortars, talk out of street consorters
Think you went to the corners through the gla** eye of Horus
[Interlude]
He had been the biggest juggernaut in human history, rolling over everything: over governmental form, over rituals, over religions casual and religions intense
[Verse 3: Virtuoso]
All religions fear Miguel
My strikes are fatal, to your style
That's infantile like prenatal
Your mic's a child
That's getting f**ed by a wild pedophile
With blond crests like [?] pectoral
So s** my genitals you punk b**h
I'm the general
Concocting verbs out of chemicals
Leave you bloody like menstrual
Cycles, my rap rifle blasts open any beat you throw
Virtuoso flows like an ocean through an archipelago
[Verse 4: Esoteric]
At a glance yo my battle stance rattles champs like an avalanche
Crabs don't have a chance you sycophants spend your cash advance
Grabbin' a lance to try to joust with the conqueror
Stompin' the pawns that sponsor ya
Onto the crucifix
I chew ya crew to bits like Mueslix (or computer chips)
Who can dis the pugilist
Rappers tried, and now they calcified up in formaldehyde
Your valves can*ls divide
I scalp hides my names italicized to chastise
Replicants of nexus 6's excellence
Present tense malevolence, devastating regiments
Ever since I supplied a diatribe of cyanide
You revised whom you idolize
I finalize d**h threats, you recollect the esoteridactyl
Court is now in session mothaf**a drop the gavel
[Verse 5: Bahamadia]
Knowledge is self taught to be defining me spiritual
[?]
Like oracles at Delphi when they're spoken to
Mortals refer to me as [?]
For exposing the secrets of the sands while I'm blessing you
My presence here is principle like [?] philosophies
Of reparations, for payment, of stolen legacy
So hail, homie
Army of the Pharoah
Like Ma'at I seek truth through the tarot
Choosing the teachings of 'Nezzar over that of the devil
And trading places with [?] to hear my ancestors echo
Commanding thoughts the lady forming the facts
That led me to the holy near the temple of Karnak
[Outro]
The old voice did not completely mask an underlying violence
Knowing that such individuals would be linked by powerful bonding lines not readily available to the common awareness. Others might observe such linkages and plot the consequences, but the linked ones would dance to unconscious music