[Verse]
After they flood the planet, the sons of Aaron was in the Sub-Saharan
Now we stomp through Brownsville, Mother Gaston
That’s right above Atlantic, coming from Atlantis
Where a priest killed kings and gutted dragons
Drugs and fashion
Blasting automatics
The dead do not dance
You cannot call it graphic
Watch my horror madness
Tiptoe through terror while satan sleeps
Pagan priest prayed as they made the graven beast, “let the ravens release”
July, August, September, October, November—that’s the acronym for Jason, as in Jason thе Greek
That’s the [?], now let’s do the sеven days of the week…
Sunday, sun-worship
Monday, moon
Tuesday, Tyr the god of war
Wednesday, Woden or Odin
Thursday’s for Thor
Friday, Freya, that’s when Islamic and Israelites face the east, say they grace but won’t eat
Saturday, the worship of Saturn
See the pattern?
Information begins gathering
I start my transfiguration at my mastering
What’s happening
Priest got a mic, he’s tapping in
L-theanine lights up, his head ignites catechins
Blood splatter, people scattering
Savage plastic grafted skin
Rap gods feel the wrath of men
But my rap is sin, poison pen
Boyz II Men, I’m poised within
Move like noiseless wind
All you see is the pool and the coy that swim
It was them from the oldest schools who anointed him
They sung with voices and hymns
My voyage is a zen
But my swords do not bend
So hide ’til I find ya
Then it’s the skull and the spine grinder
It’s raining blood inside the diner
Grab your neck, you scream in an A minor
You push me and I push you, but there’s an open grave behind ya
Before you fall in, let me first put you in a coffin
Play organs
This my offering