Yo sometimes the road to the truth is
So elusive its confusin
And reality becomes illusion
If I showed the masses where we was at or where we was goin
Id shout at the social palace of the world as we know it
Im talkin bout the grand deception
Of nineteen forty-seven
When our souls were sold to the heavens
For technologically advanced weapons
Crystal enhanced, brain implants and mind control methods
MJ-12 is not majestic
In the focal point of our promise on this planet is not domestic
You can accept it or be stupid and be a skeptic
Or fail to recognize the secret societys deathwish
Ninety-seven percent of our presidents were masons
Responsible for launderin trillions of dollars from the nation
For the construction of underground military installations
Abductions and coward mutilations
Experiments on human patients
Can take place in several subterrainean bases
A hundred and fifty stories below a basement
With knowledge of genetic information
You need to fear science not Satan
Cause through the manipulation of certain biological agents
They create strange creations
Top secret special operations
Low frequency sounds and lasers
People like call sayin they didnt believe in the drake equation
Were tryin to keep western civilization on the need-to-know basis
Well you need to know that this is a game
And we being betrayed and played in the worst way
Tune in to channel zero (8X)
Yo the holy scripts from Genesis 126
Says let us make man in our image under our likeness
First of all whos they?
You see if God was truly a single entity thats not what he would say
We as the L-Oheam
Gods and goddesses
Possess a marvelous remonsterous subconscience
Lifeforms that speak in very high pitched sounds and squeaks
Shorts likhado clicks and beeps
A highly advanced form of speech
Even though to us it seems like they only chatterin they teeth
They used to swim deep in the oceans beneath
Till they fins transformed into limbs and they started to creep
Then they evolved into mammals with feet
And walked right from the shorelines onto the beach
They used gravity
Cuz this actually the only force around
They could slow time and the speed of light down
The energy grid network
Open the gateway from earth
To any point in the universe
Livin organisms and various
Geomagnetic gravitational
Phoenomally areas
Space expedition teams in the lunar regions
Reported seeing dissapyramids and tetrahedrons
Liquid filled shoes, is what they used
To walk across the moon without leavin a clue
Of where they been for the past twenty three billion years
Before life on the surface even appeared
I hope you become aware what Im spittin in ya ear
Was intended to stimulate your left brains hemisphere
I know it sounds weird
All these mothafuckin answers to questions to the grand deception

I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)
Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you
(Bitch!) I ain't no fuckin G, I'm a cannibal
I ain't tryin to shoot you,
I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and
have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers
Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis
I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket
to fill it full of explosive gasses
and close it back with a lit match in it
while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments
Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes

Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame
I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains till things change
They strain to slang slain, I'm trained to bring game
History that I arranged been regained by King James
Go to practice, with tactics, when the track hits, theatrics
Women that look like actress the status of Cleopatra's
Stacks of mathematics feed ya asiatics
As I find out, what the facts is, for geographic's
No time to sip Mo's with hostess, never mind what the total gross is
I rip shows, stay focused, and split cheese, with soldiers
While you hit trees and coast I spit flows that be ferocious
And with these explosives, I split seas for Moses
Shine permanently only my mind's concernin me
Fire burns in me eternally time's eternity
Followers turn on me they'll be in a mental infirmary
Determinely advance technology better than Germany
Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over
I was always the flow-er, I made waves for Noah
From a compound, to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom
Some of my rap patterns, still surround Saturn
From the ancient Hieroglyphics, to graffiti painted pictures
I study I know the scriptures but nowaday ain't it vicious
Date back I go beyond check the holy Qu'ran
To speeches at the altar on, now we get our party on
So being benificent, I bless em with dialogue
They expectin, the next testament by the God
I blow em through battlezones with chrome for chaperone
Blast beats with saxophones one of the baddest rapper's known
Every country city and borough, sidestreet and ghetto
isle and alley and meadow theories ferile enough to echo
When it was one mass of land, with one nash' of man
And the whole mass was ran under one master plan
Since the world's metamorphis, and the plan is kept in orbit
Turntables we spin awkard but needles never skip off it
Rhythms we expressin similar to our ancestors
It'll answer your questions if you understand the message
From the days of the slave choppers?, to the new age of prophets
As heavy as hip-hop is I'm always ready to drop it
from the mind which is one of Allah's best designs
And mines'll stand the test of time, when I rhyme

its only fair to warn, i was born with a set of horns,
and metaphors attached to my damn umbilical chords,
warlord of rap, that'll bash you with a two by four board,
and smash into your Honda accord with a four door ford.
but im more toward, droppin' an accapella, to chop a fella
to mozarella worse than a helicopter propeller,
got you locked in a cellar, with your skeleton showing,
developing anorexia, while im standing next to ya,
eating a four course meal watching you starve to death,
with an iv in your veins, feeding you liquid darvicet,
pumping you full of drugs, pull the plugs, on the gunshot victims
full of bullet slugs, who were picked up in an ambulance and driven,
to receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants and given,
a less than 20 percent chance of livin'.
have a possible placement as a hospital patient,
store the bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department I've hired a arson
To set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment

In the heat of the moment D-r's known for getting malicious
My fucking issues in a penthouse, still I'm staying ambitious
So I won't be washing dishes (nah), won't be working for peanuts
Who's sposed to be dumped in trunks quicker than a mobsters cleanup
A pre-nup agreement when I'm reaming this rap scene
The pack's been infected and I'm leaving no vaccine
The cat's been, let out of the bag on you
Watched the rats run, so every doubt I had is true
Got gratitude for many, anyone in my vicinity
Battered and bruised egos wanted to fucking finish me
Who? I should've knew that you would scoop to the lowest path
Fucking animals treating this scene like it's Noah's Ark
Know your heart's in the wrong place
There's enough room for tough crews and hippies that are rhyming about mushrooms
Don't even start if you're thinking you will bust through
Obese and SBX, killing this? I fucking must do

Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a seance
Since fat Cray-ons, I write and display chaos
My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam
I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas
What a rush I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid
Born with three 7's in my head
In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this
To find you'll need philosophers and anthropologists
Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
with knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin this
Some of the things I know, will be in your next Bible
When I die go bury me and my notebook in Cairo
with the great God from Egypt manifest was write rhymes
align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic

Stuck in the middle of little italy little did they know these rappers rattled a faggot that didn't do diddly.