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Ayo I clutch the gothic gift slautering wit sovergn hits
torch a metropolis spittin rockets out my esopahgus~1
Deep in that mosh pit that grunge rock shit spittin
verse breakin bones knockin eyes from sockets~1
Mic Prophet Spittin divine logic choppin mcees
down to size of a shire hobbit~2
bathe in inequities blood lusts for 3nity
inhaling infinity exhaling stars an galaxies
Spittin a constellation scars and lacerations defacing
the faces of past persidents of this nation
I see sex~murder~lies an videotape lived in
the ghetto communities they plunder and rape
Vampires suckin the life I know what's at stake but
I aint blaming the white man for the state of my race
Cause I see code in the matrix has no color or face
I'm causing a Cataclysm Spittin ghetto euphemisms lyrics
wit more bars than a government prison War scars of street
afflictions from pharmaceutical perscriptions
droppin death suspended like slavery lynching
Meticulous diction wit stigmata affliction renacting
jesus acension for the peoples repenteance

Hook
i was carried by the footprints of sand
taught the number of man
design to conquer over woman or man
on water or land on 7 continents my mental
providence iz excellent walks in egypt to
spittin a pestilance

My mic apparatus wit knives attatched to decapitate bastards
raising tha heads of the weak to screams of masses
Practicing Nazi torture tactics combined wit
arabic laws stashin ya head in freezers in plastic
President started tha war wit arabics remaing a
catalyst blaming 911 on tha terrorists
left us forsaken in flames like hindu pessimists
but I bare witness like I jus saw jehovash nakedness
Merciless orator viscious wit metaphors snatchin
ya ruggers blowin medulas into ya fukin jaw
Leavin pieces of brain matter stuck in ya teeth
I got cats feelin the kid like a pedophile priest
An I stay Prayin facing the east but not islamic
I rip heart sellin em to tha Chambers of commerce
Word is my bond I'll break ya neck
before breakin my promise
at apocalypse pushin the pope out in front of the comets
Writtin scripts in armanic sacrilige to force
tha masses to revert from spritual savages
tha bane of ruin packin more pounds than tha thighs
of rubin but if i studdar it's to mutter tha pain consuming
ya body after dyin at tha hands of this summa cum laude
lungs guages like jamacians grippin tha pump wit tha shotty

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