(Intro: Canibus)
Fraternity of the Impoverished
(Knowledge this, knowledge this)
(Canibus)
The vocalist beast, knowledge like the pope in this piece,
you think the ocean is deep? fresia with me!
Unbelievable bars, unbeatable odds,
Unspeakable horrors at a unperceivable cost
Your unagreeable response lacks thought and human heart
This is Lyrical Law, it's what I make the music for
My prayers are simple, my forehead is layered with wrinkles
Because of all the hardships that I've been through
Symbolic Hip Hop prophet speak to your subconscious
French politics got the public thinking the opposite
I'm a hypo-lyrical spontaneous alchemical
Elite neo-liberal child of the indigo
Drilling holes through the Faraday cages of your brains
Then I implant the arcane image of Saint Germaine
High lyrical exponent intelligence quotient
When I'm focused I can engage multiple opponents
But I won't if, I have no motive, "Soldier be careful, it's loaded!"
Verbose with emotions of psychosis
In case you didn't notice when I wrote it,
I'm spitting lyrics fitting in tighter spaces than outer-space roaches
A real MC don't have to do what he don't wanna do
and that includes freestyling in front of you
it's not like something gone change,
it's not like the whole world gone start praising my name- I stay in my lane
I'd rather die by living brave then live like a slave
I'd rather be broke then be fake and get paid
These layers of physicality challenge me
My soul is gold and it's the only thing that's able to balance me
My energy body has a alchemical copy that looks godly
Not fat, out of shape, and sloppy
The iller the rhymes the more that I embody
Vilified when real recognize real - I gets mines
Stand with the underdog - don't be a coward
Stop dickriding people for their money and power!
Even an American flag says 'Made in China'
The national debt says that the US is a vagina
of a black widow spider spraying blood out like a geyser
Why do we lose everything we fight for?
Fathers, mothers, sons, daughters
in the land of the lawless, sacrificed before Horus
The Inca, the Aztecs, the Mayans, were masters
A new beginning is coming - the irony is classic
The potential of life versus the potential of death
Either way you go through mad mental stress
God forbid for you, for her, or him
We ignored the gems now we gotta do it all again
We failed Hip Hop's laws and brought down shame upon our cause
Now we will fall upon our swords
The Shaman pays homage to Solomon
He orders them to send the witchdoctor in, then asked me to rhyme again
Every now and then I get retarded and spit
I would like to apologize to every artist I dissed
Everybody assumes that I wanna rhyme but I don't
Sometimes I just wanna chill and watch you flow
Mysteries of the cathedral, the dark overlords are evil
Ripped out the vocal cords of the people
I walk up to your bed side disguised with red eyes
And tell you to remember these rhymes
This is the season of Hip Hop believe it or not,
I lined it up with the planet's equinox
(??)
(Damo)
Melatonin Magik I'm a serotonin addict
It's the savage ode of the tragic microphone maverick
but nevertheless I'm waiting for the next time
to get shine, I pen my best rhymes close to deadline
The metaphor sorcerer slaughter ya poor orchestra
Where's the Source Award for the water-board torturer?
I'm rapping with savagery
Wreck so many mics the Shure manufacturing factory manager mad at me
You're all bite with no bark, on the microphone march
I spit harsh 'cos without a spark the fire wont start
The rules don't apply like I'm the government
I buy the rights to you're publishing the throw your masters right in the rubbish bin
I'm out to embarrass ya's, renouncing your marriages
and writing albums in the Arabic alphabet's characters
Ya wanna diss us then, get a pen
I'll put you in I.C.U and you'll be critical again but in a different sense
I should release a picture version of my rhyme pad
Full of photo's of wack rappers copping right jab's
I saw your silly rap set, I ain't really been matched yet
It's a one sided affair like necrophiliac sex
These animals are dangerous with teeth sharper than razors
The Spit
Boss Administrators just let them out the cages
I'll pump you with compressed air until you hold your chest there
with a death stare, like you're in an electric chair with wet hair
I'll keep stepping until my feet hurt, you'll get beat worse
With free verse, have Bis wearing Free Damo T-shirts
With a mic I'm a ripper, i keep rhyming it sicker
'til I'm the Pulitzer prize-winner for writing literature scriptures
The Leviathan, fire in the belly, I'm high again
Deciphering an I.B.M wiring diagram
Pull strings like old fiddlers the outta control riddler
on malt liquor, wrongly referred to as Adolf Spitler
(??)
(Dante)
From the chisel and the rock, to the quill and the scroll docs
To the pencil and the paper and to MS-DOS
Mankind will control his thoughts until he ceases to be
Or these emcees are "20,000 Leagues Under The Sea"
I'm poetic; gimme a microphone and I'll wreck it
Gimme a wack record imperfected, and I'll perfect it
In one one-hundredth of a millisecond, I swear it
I could spend my whole life underground like a ferret
Spitting these hardcore lyrics with minimal interference
My appearance is reminiscent of Edgar Allen's spirit
When I shine like the Ark of the Covenant
I don't give a fresia what you people want; I'm the Iranian government
I'll battle you all the way to Hell; I battle convicts in cells
Blind people in Braille; deaf kids in ASL
But its the atheists that don't hear me
So I'ma make em fear Dante's Inferno like they fear the 2012 theory
(Passion)
HaH, YeaH . . .
Waddup, Its Passion . . .
The lyrical Assassin nigga . . .
Can I Bus ?! . . .
Yo . . .
I was summoned as the dominant Providence lyricist
Prominent lyrics get armored and honored, fulfilling ***** targets with
confidence, killing civilian consciousness harder than British
Parliament getting uplifting compliments from communistic
congressmen of other continents, Lyricism? I fathered it
with being the illest as the accomplishment
I harnessed it and polished it before other artist did
As the honest prophet with an anomalous source of partnership
Saw the beat and I tortured it, I'm the synonym of unfortunate
I'll show you what the meaning of slaughter is
In ordinance of ruthless honeysuckle, I tore the hands of Lucifers
to get my point across with his finger towards a crucifix
This lucrative movement is passing
I'm the ************ Passion, Creating musical tone patterns
from skeletal bone fragments, surpassing the masses
Turning ashes to flames, then flames back into ashes
I'm faster than dragsters
Swifter than download speeds on Napster
Valedictorian of speed classes, holding degree packets
Mastery above every Master, fresia the Earth I'm holding the
Universe like Atlas when I rap honeysuckle
My deoxyribonucleic acid is the reason I'm that sick
'Cause I'm rapping for more, Cracking your jaw
Break your back into halfs, then to fractions of four
This is Spit
Boss Holocaust, so you better acknowledge it
I heard the opportunity and followed it
'Til there's nothing to bother with, React like a Halogen
Made the microphone my *****, when I spit the trick swallows it
The obelisk of knowledge empowerment ploughed to the ground
like the towers did, I stole your pussy pride and deflowered it
'Cause I'm tired of the cowardness and sick of the *****-made
Slashed with your shoulder blade, Your souls trapped in your rib cage
If your willing to get slain? Then sacrifice your honor
So I can really guarantee your departure
You was the martyr for me to slaughter from border to border
Couldn't focus on one kill, I got Attention Deficit Disorder
Dread Alert, Dread Alert, V for Vendetta at work
This is lyrical fitness for all of Earth
Whenever I fresia a verse, it gets serious boy
I be ripping through more Trojans than Achilles in Troy
... ************ ! !
