(iCon the Mic King reading passage Jude 1:9)
"Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil
And arguing about the body of Moses
Dared not bring against him an abusive condemnation
But said, "May the Lord rebuke you!"
[iCon the Mic King]
Swing the chariot low - my wings melted on re-entry
Archangel turned Azazel - hateful spawn of the intrigue
Six-ty cycle hum and haw - over "what is God?"
Corrupted judge of flaws? or function above your thought?
'Til the puzzle's solved - I hit below the Bible belt
Take oaths with my left hand - write "Michael" with my right as well
Science fails - to explain what astounds all
Men of the cloth stay cloaked in the shroud of torren-tial downpours
From now on - it's raining catechisms and dogmas
Tetragrammaton atom bombs wit' the magnetism of karma
For armor - I hide under umbrella statements
Slipping over good intentions the road to Hell is paved with
And glass stained with blood of supposed witches
Thin line between heretics and clerics in this bowl of fish
It's true - bliss accompanies ignorance
So it's heaven for the weather, hell for the company benefits
(Chorus) iCon the Mic King
There's no me, there's no you
No dark, there's no light
No cause, there's no effect
No wrong, there's no right
I - was born in Black August
With a halo and a torch the beer
Law & Order
No action, there's no reaction
No life, there's no death
No question, there's no answer
No right, there's no left
I - was born in Black August
With a halo and a torch the beer
Law & Order
"Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil
And arguing about the body of Moses
Dared not bring against him an abusive condemnation
But said, "May the Lord rebuke you!"
[iCon the Mic King]
Swing the chariot low - my wings melted on re-entry
Archangel turned Azazel - hateful spawn of the intrigue
Six-ty cycle hum and haw - over "what is God?"
Corrupted judge of flaws? or function above your thought?
'Til the puzzle's solved - I hit below the Bible belt
Take oaths with my left hand - write "Michael" with my right as well
Science fails - to explain what astounds all
Men of the cloth stay cloaked in the shroud of torren-tial downpours
From now on - it's raining catechisms and dogmas
Tetragrammaton atom bombs wit' the magnetism of karma
For armor - I hide under umbrella statements
Slipping over good intentions the road to Hell is paved with
And glass stained with blood of supposed witches
Thin line between heretics and clerics in this bowl of fish
It's true - bliss accompanies ignorance
So it's heaven for the weather, hell for the company benefits
(Chorus) iCon the Mic King
There's no me, there's no you
No dark, there's no light
No cause, there's no effect
No wrong, there's no right
I - was born in Black August
With a halo and a torch the beer
Law & Order
No action, there's no reaction
No life, there's no death
No question, there's no answer
No right, there's no left
I - was born in Black August
With a halo and a torch the beer
Law & Order
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