| I exit out of my sarcophagus
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| Fourth Horseman of the apocaplyse
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| For my esophagus breathes evil that just demolishes
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| Abolishes, to the darkness of mephistopheles
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| Mental enteral that went through an ancient acropolis
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| Conquered this, from a fetus to genius
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| Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and cloned Jesus
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| Merciless leaders, the 19th galaxy
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| Born to a storm on the seas of Gallilee
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| Battle me and suffer whiplash from my apostles
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| Leave you in shackles in the castle of Nosferatu
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| Ikon is hostile and mortals cause contusions
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| Hologram is known for placing poison in Christian communion
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| Slash, with the actions of ultra-violence
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| Crucifixions, indiction by Pontius Pilate
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| I walk naked in the house of David with pride
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| Force you to bleed just to make sure that you’re still alive
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| Crystallize, we keep it live, y’all can’t see me
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| Banish satanic verses like Ayatollah Khomeini
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| I break in half, setting staff with ancient math
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| I wait and laugh, create a *fucking* blood bath
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| A-A-A-Army of the Pharaohs
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| Army of the Pharaohs!
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| Army of the Pharaohs!
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| I bring the gory oratory yes demorally derogatory
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| Mad expository expedition in your auditory
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| Categories don’t apply
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| Your mind’s eye is blinded by my battle raps
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| Like cateracts your habitat is Halifax
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| Once I run you out your native city
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| Shay’s committee is pretty witty we show no pity
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| I deflate then separate wack MCs who replicate
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| Every trace of Esoteric found up in their record crate
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| I devastate, homosapian metabolism
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| Like human catacalysm inbreded with an anachronism
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| My precision makes incisions on your acrotism
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| Battling is a bad decision leaving you with aphorisms
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| I whoop ass like masochism dominatrix
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| That’s the basics
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| Hologram brought The Matrix
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| To fake kids
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| Fifty dead MCs to my credit
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| Learn from the druid better known as Esoteric
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| In this the final conflict high powers and copper ides to enlist this
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| The fluid I spit his briskes
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| Without so much as whispers
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| And with the swiftness of what you transisted
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| Can carry info, a widow slapped when you missed this
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| Directly cut by my discus
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| Forged upon the anvils of Prophestus ------ hand skills
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| I slam your damn grill
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| Execute in Greco-Roman holds
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| Roll controls the battle gear
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| Exploding through the atmosphere
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| I saddle fear, reads cereberal centipedes
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| And Evil Steades the feeble flee
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| Holdings of a rapper thats headed for the sky the scroll
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| Is to be viewed by the mischievious eyes of Loki
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| I hated your verse so I went back in time
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| Waited in your mother’s warm uterus
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| To kill you before you were born
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| Like zygotes my hands split the trunk of petrified oaks
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| It’s time to die folks
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| You think that I joke
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| I leave you die slow
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| Your wrists are broken tied to horses
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| Quartered as forces pull you in opposite directions
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| Dissection of my anatomy
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| Will lead to the unveiling of blood shield
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| In a tiny time will reveal
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| That a giant computer body
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| Which is similar to RoboTech
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| Downloaded wreck
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| From the million megabytes of rhymes that rest on Virtuoso’s neck |