Last of the Mex-hee-cans

Lyrics

Cyborgs of the future, universal embrace established, Laced the galaxy Linked organic (as we manage) Reminiscent of my pampering and luxury Life affirming qualities, revitalizing vital signs. Coming out the Woodworks Wet works tainted networks, Trials commence to emerge, (submerged an urge) Almanac flipping the page, in windy battles with rage Against the vacant Thoughts of primal ooze in volumes. Melting like a wicked witch, Warped In the flames wicker, Psychedelic digital, sins on the chemical. Pursuing The foes, it will illuminate the frozen roads Global healing traditions are Practiced on its axis. Supreme 2060 years beyond fear, beyond what people Hear, Future is in and out of ears, Air circulates over the sands of time With an almanac in pocket ... sitting on a comet. It was like your dream Only it seemed sort of virtual, Vibing in a vortex a vertical virtuoso. Coasting The pacific coast in a roller coaster... Riding the riddler backwards Blindfolded underwater. Then the Water turned into a dark gothic cemetery And every emcee that I've battled turned to zombies and were on me. Dead men Walking in an army of about a thousand Emcees that I've buried biting me... Jeez ...How ironic. And I ran away by far if I slow down... these rappers will Chow down, (They remember when I made them bow down)... I'm scared Confused and cramped... getting chomped on contact, Fat concussions hold The line flat. Dude they are munching on my noggin, the sky is falling. God is Calling me to fight, but Satan's tempting me with ecstasy Vanity but these Cannibal men are animals not men... I'll bet your bone marrow, nightmares are Haunting my existence, When proportions are catastrophic there is no Resistance. Systems get the clenched fist, haven't swung a sword from the Spirit since this Last of the Mexicans does its justice