05:04 / 08.01.2004
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Tonight, I speak of prophecy, and what i will, shall be done, the sacrifices are not over... the next sacrificial lamp will be led to swollow...
[Virtuoso]
I'm omnipotent
You claim to win battles
So when the beat starts
I'll punch
the tree bark
And pass the chainsaw to a release heart
Severing every animal
I'm doing dirt
like earthworms
I'm sick and original
Boy, I gave birth to the first germs
I spit the acetate
To make your lips evaporate
The Master Ape
Bare hands will decapitate and bash your face
Pass the eight, sack of shake
Twisted in plasma tape
I came for y'all through the castle gate
I come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate
Virtuoso is an unidentified flying object
to make your space shuttle vonasilate
So while you drunks look for a hook and say you masturbate
Telling 7L to sratch a plate
In due for respect I slap your face
Ask to make my specs, I'm a tackle ya
You're a neck and I'm Dracula
Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura
Met with the, Jedi Mind Tricks
We rhyme sick and side trick for dime chicks
I'll strangle you, use my same hands to
give you the Heimlick
So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips
[Jus Allah]
Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young
Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue
Take my place awkness
Ranked in no class like Marxist
The heartless
Rise out of darkness
I'm the last head you should ever try to f**k with
Be the next memeber in the cast of my snuffed vics
Rough shit, don't even attempt sleeping
At war with the demons that live in infernal regions
Spawned from eternal semen bred flesh predators
Wings of the arms when you heels like Pegasus
Grabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenless
Drop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus
[Ikon the Hologram]
We ravenous
Exhume the tomb of Lazarus
You blasphemous
We bring war to pacifists
Tarantulas,
burn flesh like a nine glock
Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots
mine box is
fine for a killer to run
Swing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The Hun
Bring the gun, your
tounge is what I'm slicing
We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison
Ilohem, f**k the pagans
we mark them
And take turns to burn religious doctrines
Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles
Locked in the brain to lacerate ankles
[Esoteric]
Yo, I rip mics, stick lames
Wreck nights, spit flames
Lead pipes, split frames
Kid ain't shit changed
Act trife
I grab the mic and bag your wife
Sacrifice you twice
Motherf**ker in after life
Decimate your paradise
Burn tracks like thermostats
My personal attacks snap back to murder cats
I might advise
You
type of guys should revitalize
Your man power, I sabotage the fire flys
With a dope rhyme
Take
control of your soul
Grab a fourty fo' for the po's
Get your broken nose
Opponents go to shows
Now
they know their robes damn hoes that fold my clohtes
I bark at these, mark emcees, park and
freeze
My world hypothesis
Kill beasts like heart disease
Man please
You can never f**k
with the Eso-teridactyl
My rap skills will thrash you
Motherf**ker
Next time we shall meet again... accept the dark lord of darkness as your savior, allow the puracy of evil to guide you.
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