[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
You an android something that my hands destroyed
The feds built you I'm a push you into a asteroid
Then hole till you turn into the black noise
The super god has no time for you Wrap Boyce
Go head rap about how much money you got
How many guns you shot, how much jewelry you rock
Go head act it ALAN just stand here and WATT
I'm still not impressed the Rhymes mean cruddy special-effects
Now watch the bodies I catch
And I'm a take you apart in the valley of death
Are you a man or robot, open his face just like a post box
Body swell shots a Botox
The beast sit over the city like co-ops
Kids slam dance to Biggie with mohawks
The missiles to Mars attack of the gods
The cat people found the math to the stars
The Wizard of Oz, the Land of Nod
Noble Drew Ali, Master Fard, I'm back on my job
My writing is pure de ospa, street opera part film noir
A French movie about gods in war, a Greek lexicon the gout amos medieval African poets during the sau
Walking the labyrinth looking for the amethyst
Nuwaupians returning from planet rizq grad donkey y'all can flee into a Mammoth ship
They called em evangelist plus the philanthropist
In the catacomb beneath the gravel and stone
Lives'll ruin supercities that battle for thrones
A Pharaoh unknown I'll unravel his bone
I saw a gold microphone in the master of poems
A castle disowned jumped into a time capsule alone
Flew to a current time stood up in a Tabernacle fully grown Build
Rhymes like the old macks, old TECs I zone castles with chandeliers
With my enemies hands and ears all over the dome I inhale a universe exhale a super verse that foretold
The coming galaxies and the future Earth i call it my home
The new graffiti is the Kundalini kool herc girls with Wu bikinis
You an android something that my hands destroyed
The feds built you I'm a push you into a asteroid
Then hole till you turn into the black noise
The super god has no time for you Wrap Boyce
Go head rap about how much money you got
How many guns you shot, how much jewelry you rock
Go head act it ALAN just stand here and WATT
I'm still not impressed the Rhymes mean cruddy special-effects
Now watch the bodies I catch
And I'm a take you apart in the valley of death
Are you a man or robot, open his face just like a post box
Body swell shots a Botox
The beast sit over the city like co-ops
Kids slam dance to Biggie with mohawks
The missiles to Mars attack of the gods
The cat people found the math to the stars
The Wizard of Oz, the Land of Nod
Noble Drew Ali, Master Fard, I'm back on my job
My writing is pure de ospa, street opera part film noir
A French movie about gods in war, a Greek lexicon the gout amos medieval African poets during the sau
Walking the labyrinth looking for the amethyst
Nuwaupians returning from planet rizq grad donkey y'all can flee into a Mammoth ship
They called em evangelist plus the philanthropist
In the catacomb beneath the gravel and stone
Lives'll ruin supercities that battle for thrones
A Pharaoh unknown I'll unravel his bone
I saw a gold microphone in the master of poems
A castle disowned jumped into a time capsule alone
Flew to a current time stood up in a Tabernacle fully grown Build
Rhymes like the old macks, old TECs I zone castles with chandeliers
With my enemies hands and ears all over the dome I inhale a universe exhale a super verse that foretold
The coming galaxies and the future Earth i call it my home
The new graffiti is the Kundalini kool herc girls with Wu bikinis
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