War Ensemble

Lyrics

[Intro: Apocalypse Now sample] In a war there are many moments for compassion and tender action There are many moments for ruthless action, what is often called ruthless What may in many circumstances be only clarity Seeing clearly what there is to be done and doing it Directly, quickly, awake.. [Verse 1: Ikon the Verbal Hologram] I exit out of my sarcophagus, Fourth Horseman of the apocaplyse From my esophagus, breathing evil that just demolishes Abolishes, to the darkness of Mephistopheles Mental enteral that went through an ancient acropolis Conquered this, from a fetus to genius Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and cloned Jesus Merciless leaders, the 19th galaxy Born to a storm on the Seas of Galilee Battle me and suffer whiplash from my apostles Leave you in shackles in the castle of Nosferatu Ikon is hostile and mortals cause contusions Hologram is known for placing poison in Christian communion Slash with the actions of ultra-violence Crucifixions, in diction by Pontius Pilate I walk naked in the house of David with pride Force you to bleed just to make sure that you're still alive Crystallize, we keep it live, y'all can't see me Banish satanic verses like Ayatollah Khomeini I break in half Satan's staff with ancient math I wait and laugh, create a *fucking* bloodbath [Verse 2: Esoteric] I bring the gory oratory, yes demorally derogatory Mad expository expedition in your auditory Categories don't apply, your mind's eye is blinded by my battle raps Like cataracts your habitat is Halifax Once I run you out your native city Shea's committee is pretty witty, we show no pity I deflate the second-rate wack emcees who replicate Every trace of Esoteric found up in their record crate I devastate, homosapien metabolism Like human cataclysm inbred within an anachronism My precision makes incisions on your acrotism Battling's a bad decision, leaving you with aphorisms I whip ass like masochism dominatrix That's the basics, Hologram brought The Matrix To fake kids, fifty dead emcees to my credit Learn from the druid better known as Esoteric [Verse 3: Virtuoso] In this the final conflict, high powers and commandant's to enlist this The fluid I spit is viscous without so much as whispers And with the swiftness of what you transisting Can carry info, a window's left where your wrist is, directly cut by my discus Forged upon the anvils of Hephaestus, hand-to-hand skills I slam your damn grill, execute in Greco-Roman holds Roll in Trojan battle gear, exploding through the atmosphere I saddle fear, read cerebral centipedes As evil steeds the feeble flee Holdings severed rapper's heads toward the sky as trophies As to be viewed by the mischievous eyes of Loki I hated your verse so I went back in time And waved a dirk at your mother's warm uterus to kill you before you were born Like fried yolks my hands split the trunk of petrified oaks It's time to die folks, you think that I joke, I leave your thighs yoked Your wrists are broken, tied to horses Quartered as forces pull you in opposite directions Dissection of my anatomy will lead to the unveiling of what it shield In a tiny toddler wielding a giant computer body Which is similar to RoboTech, downloaded wreck From the million megabytes of rhymes that rest on Virtuoso's neck