Heavenly Divine (Remix)
(专辑: Violent By Design - 2004)
[Ikon the
Hologram:] Another sacrificial lamb, that died at the
hands of Hologram Send him into the
dungeon and bludgeon his fucking clan Holy lamb, Who spit the
live shit The
do or die, Illadelph, Both Jedi Mind shit The
hot shit, live raps crack your jaw Like who's the
avenger, and who's at the
center of war? I
left a
scar, so your crabs would overstand Mental will dent you and send you to a
holy land Lawnmower man, sharp blades slash your vitals Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn bibles Homicidal, A
Hologram burn churches Murders by sticking a
crucifix through your cervix Divine purpose, for the
Remy that's in my thermos Greatest evils stick you with needles that's hypodermic You heard the
verdict, I'm with Allah cause he chose me Broke into the
Vatican, strangled the
Pope with his rosary I
have heard music in the
silentness of duty Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate Nevertheless, except you share With them in hell the
sorrowful dark of hell Whose world is but the
trembling of a
flare And heaven but as the
highway for a
shell [Just Allah:] MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible Man from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you Seen inside the
visions of beyond The
dwellings of the
Om, existing in Islamic panteón Flows drop degrees all my clothes got the
scent of trees I
lay back and blow sax like Kenny G's Power blast, wack on my path, devour fast I
leave you with the
grain of sand in life's hourglass Devise a
spell, make demons rise out of hell Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell You feel the
ill dire, messiah in hellfire I
launch writers, put your jaw in a
gauze wire Jedi swordsman, give rappers a
foul fortune With science to contortion your body into a
coffin Insane damage is done, you fucking with the
army We beat your skull into the
shape of a
wet bag of laundry Mother(fucker) My soul looked down from a
vague height with Death As unremembering how I
rose or why Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a
lamp Winked to the
guard [Ikon the
Hologram (Jus Allah):] Yo, the
gods are rhymin, they're dramatizing (You feel the
poetic blow of the
titans) We like a
fucking bolt of lightning (The three wise men), we at levels that defies men (Watch out for fake heads, devil disguised men) Arriving from the
dawn we spawned with ill forms (That'll leave you laying dead in the
womb like stillborns) The
mass'll here it, (The ominous, The
Master Spirit) Can't understand the
language of rappers with bad lyrics (Ikon the
python), rappers are left strangled (I overlook the
Earth 'cause I
see it from sun's angle) Above the
clouds, (We sit high and we daze) (Write a
page, on how you enslaved to worldly ways) Islamic marksmen, (Seeing the
squadron) Could be your fatal mistake (Like the
first sins of Adam in the
garden) You feel sorrow, I'm projected as God Apollo (Explore rhymes, where you're left too confused to follow) Invite your town, to absorb the
sniper rounds (Illadelph, Shamballah, nigga) Staying underground, What! There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple And God will grow no talons at his heels Nor antlers through the
thickness of his curls