Exertions Remix

You get split in ******* half

The Ikon the Hologram wrath

But I am the center inside the placenta of math

You clash with cyanide gas and die fast

Rythmical equivalent of solids liquids and gas

We smash your science with the power of Lord Titus

But I am the virus inside of the iris of Cyrus

Upon papyrus

I kill snipers and body vipers

And strangle you with the organs of rioters who try to fight us

Call me your highness

And sip the blood from the phoenix

Who's guilty like the Jews in the crucifixion of Jesus

Murder the heathens

And perish in a pit of cobras

Word is bond my rhymes form into a swarm of locusts

Provoke us

And face the Zodiac killers

Five Samurai do or die fire spitters

Heavy hitters from the lands of Sudan

Killadel Shambala Ikon the Hologram

What

All religions fear Miguel

My strikes are fatal to your style

That's infantile like prenatal

Your mic's a child

That's getting ****** by a wild pedophile

So suck my genitals you punk *****

I'm the general

Concocting verbs out of chemicals

Leave you bloody like menstrual

Cycle my rap rifle blasts open any beat you throw

Virtuoso flows like an ocean through an archapelago

At a glance yo my battle stance rattles champls like an avalanche

Crabs don't have a chance you sycophants spend your cash advance grabbin a lance try

To joust with the conqueror

Stompin the pawns that sponsor ya

Onto the crucifix

I chew ya crew to bits like Mucelix or computer chips

Who can dis the pugelist

Rappers tried and now they calcified up in formaldehyde

Your valves canals divide

I scalp hides my names italicized to chastise replicants of nexus 6's excellence

Present tense malevolence devastating regiments

Ever since I supplied a diatribe of cyanide you revised whom you idolize

I finalize death threats you recollect the esoteridactyl

Court is now in session ********** drop the gavel

Knowledge is self taught to be defining me spiritual

Like oracles at Delphi when they're spoken to

Mortals refer to me as

For exposing the secrets of the sands while I'm blessing you

My presence equals principle like a method philosophies

Of reparations for payment a stolen legacy

So hail homie

I make up the pharoah

Like Ma'at i seek truth through the tarot

Choosing the teachings of 'Nezzar over that of the devil

And trading places with to hear my ancestors echo

Commanding thoughts the lady forming the facts

That led me to the holy near the temple of Kanak