Yo, my brain pattern erodes/ The sands of old/ And explodes your hourgla** like a Riemann fold/ In the fabric of spacetime/ When my rhyme aligns minds/ Seeking Divine signs in the lines of End Times/ ..The Revelation I spit/ Process of meditation hits/ Angelic illumination of ancient man*scripts/ ..monastary-minded and militant/ Art of intimidating your ignorance/ Informed rhetoric/ Atom tha Immortal destroys false premises of atheistic evidence/ ..With no relevance/ The dark matter of my intelligence/ Is preaching the person worthy of reverence/ Yeshua Ha'Mosciach is the Lord's eminence/ Sent on a journey to enable sin's severence/ ...This is the land of the hopeless/ Trapped in the lies of the Lotus/ And mechanized focus/ Recognize Yeshua's the dopest/ From his carpals/ To his metatarsals stabbed for us/ Shattering the ordinance of Horus/ My speed is like the Blitzkrieg/ And my slowness like the forest Chorus: ------- Mikamocha, Who is like thee amongst the gods?/ .Who made the man from lands of sod/ And destroyed the forceful plans of Gog/ And strikes the lies and laws of Nimrod's cause/