[Intro]
What you try to communicate that's uh uh revolution, that's
No no no, all we try to communicate is uh
Number 1, you've been brainwashed.since the day you were born
Number 2, you've got to do a lot of work to even do any of your own thinking
And We're trying to communicate the destiny is within our hands

[Verse 1: Apathy]
Ayo, my body bionic, biceps can bench press a Soviet rocket
They talkin' but nobody want it
Leave your whole city haunted like aftermath of atomic
Nuclear winter just started, my raps are fuckin' retarded
Bars deeper than the barnacles on shipwrecks
I scribble text, grip TECs, flex the index
Then send a barrage of lead that'll lodge in your head
And all of your live shows will have them mirages instead
Holographic like the Antichrist will return
That's why they cycling CERN so the righteous will burn
I got the rifles and learned how to reload
How to block off the road and let the Molotovs explode

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
It's Louis V upholstery
I'm bad news, Engelberg and Ogilvie
They back Ar Raqqah diplomacy
I keep it close to me, it's supposed to be
Dominicano that knows Harlem
A muhfucka want to get it shakin'? It's no problem (It's no problem)
Minarets and a gold column (Alhamdulillah)
Kingship, brandish the sceptre like old Sodom (Bah)
The Glock 30 on 'em
Evil eye, it curses on 'em
Sorcery and serpents on 'em
May Allah bestow his mercy on 'em
[Verse 3: Planetary]
The back of the blick, got a fuckin' turkey on 'em
Plot to set the GPS to alert me on it
When I find 'em, I'ma line 'em like the opps be doin'
Got me zoomin' in a Tessie with the akhis shootin'
From the place where them real life zombies be movin'
Philly goofy, shit a movie, we survivin' through it
They say back the blue, that's not what I be doin' (No!)
'Cause when I see 'em, they doin' the shit that I be doin'
It's The Season of The Pharaohs and I'm locked into it
Raw bars from the Soul, playin' Posdnuos
And it's a domino effect, so we Capicu ‘em
Walls come tumblin' down, we turn your spot to ruins

[Verse 4: Esoteric]
Painkillers, y'all funny style, Shane Gillis
Sea' kill this track, bring the Thunder like Shai Gilgeous-Alexander
Craze, feel this style enhancer legendary
Bring the pad with me, I'm a rap necromancer
Black Panther, push an elk antler through your chest
This ain't what your family meant when they said to do your best, a brutal death
That's a rush, I'm like a twenty-man tag team
Last scene, mountin' heads on walls like a flat screen
Blaspheme, that's what you do when the money's due
Lyin' ass rapper, motherfuck you too
I brought the Gory Oratory, now your squad feo
You lack the skill and we have the bills like Jerod Mayo
[Verse 5: Crypt the Warchild]
Y'all copied our style, we let y'all live
Now we gotta clean up the fuckin' mess y'all did
We had to step in, y'all kept fuckin' the money up
Had to trim the fat, gave that bitch a tummy tuck
Tell them loose lips to button up 'cause we ain't such and such
I don't settle scores, I drop game and run it up
Society is filled with bunch of lames and sucker ducks
Can't tell the difference between a thun and dun dun dun
Yoke The Joker, guard your grill and knuckle up
Y'all can't leave a legacy 'cause y'all ain't done enough
Drink Hennessy from sundown 'til sun is up
Dump the product, cut it up, all y'all luck is up

[Verse 6: Reef the Lost Cauze]
Uhh! The mainstay, scientists study my brainwaves
There's more choppers 'round me than an Atlanta Braves game (Believe it)
I never change, I don't even like to change planes
Direct flight, then hop into a car where your dame wait (What up?)
Bang bang, had that bird hollering gang gang
When it comes to her, we are all in the same gang
Like MC Hammer said
They threw me into a pool of sharks not realizing I was the hammerhead
Legendary like your Grandmammy banana bread
I put a red dot on your nose like you were leading Santa's sled
These rappers' lives different when their cameras dead
Y'all starvin', worried about how another man gets fed
[Verse 7: Celph Titled]
Fuck up your home loan with Rocket Mortgage
When these rocket coordinates hit your front door, it get morbid
Swell your dome, try to disguise the attack (Can't hide it!)
But you gon' look like Erykah Badu in one of them stupid-ass hats
In fact, the bro’s corrosive, the flows I write acidic
And you snakes know the ropes, a cobra died when I bit it
So factor this in, you an actor with a pen
Your raps are the equivalent of, "I'm asking for a friend"
Bitch, I've got a special brew made at Camp Lejeune
In the '80s from a green lagoon bottled by Marine platoons
Blurt out obscenities like I've got Tourette disorder (Fuck)
I plan to blow off your beak and that's my pecking order