The Extinction Agenda

...the extinction agenda ......the extinction agenda ...

Back is the incredible

O-R, G-to-the-

A N-I, Z-E,

D with a K

O-N-F-U-S-to-the-

I-O-N Verse

One: Prince

Poetry Emerging up, to another level, there

I stand Hand to hand rap combat black

Back in the land

I expand data for the wack leaving multilated bodies lacerated limbs grim sites

And new jacks, pick up six and grab the ore

Dig deep into the ghetto (absorb)

I take you to a new realm

Levitating above the norm anticipating me to pick up seven more new jacks and commencing with this and fading (So how dare you question)

The original aborigine

In the vicinity the city's committee consider me the trilogy of terror, whatever

I do I bring light

You're blinded by the glare of the trendsetter

Beware when

I strike, blueprints like no other

The soldier of fortune, the undercover

Rebel of rap attackin the ones who's attackin blacks

I'm on a mission of peace,

I make tracks

Elevate with the almighty

God in front of me

Teach seeds in the hood the truth, the wannabe competitor will have no other choice but to surrender

Can't stand the pressure, the extinction agenda

Chorus: repeat 2

X The Extinction

Agenda, hah!

The Extinction

Agenda, uhh.

The Extinction

Agenda, uhh

The Extinction

Agenda, uhh

Verse Two:

Pharoahe Monche

I'm the poetical poltergeist

I heist tracks from the past

And return 'em to the present time in rhyme form

What was once dead is now resurrected on the record

And the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding

For my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding

Nightfall,

I stuff the rook, then

I'm looking for the original book which contains the words of

God Six hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen without being seen by the pawns

Call me Bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn pawn takes knight, knight takes queen

Queen takes the original

King James virgin (check)

I'm surgin up when

I'm emergin

False clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin when to say the least

Who can you trust when a priest is now the beast? (who? what? why? and when?)

I'm the assassinator of rap

Hit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shot

Get you sit you down, let you know

I never get dropped

When I flip-flop hip-hop, when

I wreck shop (*****)

I move, with the finesse and the smoothness

Even inside of the grooves of a record, check it

Check it again, check it again, check it again

Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then

Gimme one-hundred percent credit

Let it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tive

I said it and

I bet it dwelve in your bloodstream.... let it live

The verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders

In the realm of the extinction agenda

Chorus