Exertions Remix
(专辑: Violent By Design - 2004)
[Ikon the
Hologram:] You getting split in fucking 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
kill snipers and biting vipers And strangle you with the
organs of rioters 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 killers Five Samurai, do or die, fire spitters Heavy hitters, from the
lands of Sudan Killadelph, Shambhala, Ikon the
Hologram What!? [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 fucked by a
wild pedophile With bars pressed like guys spit violence, pectoral So suck my genitals you punk bitch, I'm the
general Concocting verbs out of chemicals And leave you bloody like menstrual Cycles, my rap rifle blasts open any beat you throw Virtuoso flows like an ocean through an archipelago [Esoteric:] At a
glance, yo, my battle stance rattles camps like an avalanche Crabs don't have a
chance, you sycophants Spend your cash advance grabbing 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 Mucelix or computer chips Who can diss the
pugilist? Rappers tried, and now they calcified up in formaldehyde Your valves canals divide I
scalp hides, my names italicized to chastise Replicants in Nexus 6's excellence Present tense malevolence, devastating regiments Ever since, I
supplied a
diatribe of cyanide You revised whom you idolize I
finalize death threats, you recollect the
Esoteridactyl Court is now in session, motherfucker, drop the
gavel [Bahamadia:] Knowledge is self taught to be defining me spiritual Animal senile, [?] Like oracles at Delphi when they're spoken to Mortals refer to me as Hatshepsut For exposing the
secrets of the
sands while I'm blessing you My presence here is principle like Kemetic philosophies Of reparations and for payment of stolen legacy So hail, homie To Army of the
Pharaoh Like Ma'at I
seek truth through the
tarot Choosing the
teachings of 'Nezzar over that of the
devil And trading places with Sankofa to hear my ancestors echo [?] commanding thoughts that [?] the
facts That led me to the
holy near the
temple of Karnak