Lyrics

[Verse 1: Illuminati Congo] Masta Buildas always spitting that brutal shit To free your mind from the down-crust's tutelage Rulership of foolishness, gotta move in coolessness You's a bitch, if you just talkin' but you ain't doin' shit The illusion loosens, it's hold when our music hits No mark of the beast, no injecting, no computer chips No white Jesuses, dead on the crucifix My cutlass will make your whole body through the splits Split in half vertically when I cut through this shit Like [?] shoot the tech undo his necks Who is next? To step up, get super suplexed By the Olmec, Toltec, Melchizedeks Breathe the breath of life into these beings of flesh To bring about resurrection and delete the death We connect, we gods of the secret sect See the mass of astral monuments we erect We the sacred geometric architects Of the whole universe, I'm Ptahhotep Don't forget, you thought what you get You get where your thought invests, what your heart projects [Verse 2: Apakalypse] My fists fly at the speed of light, precise on target I take life, fist of the mantis stick out like spiked bats Porcupines, gigantic cactus, Apakalypse battles Galactus Bash all them heathens, seeing in X-ray vision The future is here right now, what you gonna do about it? Drink blood at the altar, in the name of the heavenly father Dimensional beings bringing upon hell on earth Ragnarok, hell is hot Don't tell me you forgot I wanna decapitate you, fuck licking off shots I see everything in patterns, I destroyed the outer planets And created the rings of Saturn, chaos theory and relativity So vividly and masterful, the most merciful is merciless Nevertheless, have you seen all the spaceships yet? We now have tho suns, you sheeple are the same as trained chimpanzees Now go run! Into mega death, there is not much time left [Verse 3: Beast 1333] When I arrived with the 33, vertebrates aligned the spine The closest that you come to eating human flesh is eating swine Information, cyber-crime, identities in hyperton Bring together flocks of the people to crush they power down To your fate, sell you from the inside in a gated pit The radio turned to batting cages, cause you gotta pay to hit The smell of shit, wafting from the aviary that you breathing at Whatever they put into you rebuke it, don't believe in that We master time and exercise your mind, it's like you playing simon Hanging on for dear life, like slipping when you glacier climbing Super future, ancients rhyming, slaves are chanting Kali Maa Praise the predalute star, we stranded on Gomazoa Won't take it lightly, travel out of body, it's a little tricky All you devil sons of Satan, fuck your little nickies All eradicated, decapitated, your style is dated We are the slated the underrated, the ones who made it