Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Five Perfect Exertions, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song Jedi Mind Tricks Presents the Best of Army of the Pharaohs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
The Five Perfect Exertions |
You gettin' split in fucking half by Ikon the Hologram’s wrath |
But I am the center inside the placenta of math |
You clash with cyanide gas and die fast |
Rhythmical equivalent of solids, liquids and gas |
We smash your science, with the power of Lord Titus |
But I am the virus inside of the iris of Cyrus |
Upon papyrus, I kill snipers and biting vipers |
And strangle you with the organs of rioters who try to fight us |
Call me your highness and sip the blood from the phoenix |
Who’s guilty like the Jews in the crucifixion of Jesus |
Murder the heathens and perish in a pit of cobras |
Word is bond, my rhymes form into a swarm of locusts |
Provoke us and face the Zodiac killers |
Five Samurai, do or die, fire spitters |
Heavy hitters from the lands of Sudan |
Killadelph, Shambhala, Ikon the Hologram |
What?! |
Who’s convoluting thoughts in self |
This corpse and I know I spent |
To the opening of a similar rift |
And it’s lost in a different set free |
Scimitar for street a mention |
Didn’t ask for this world |
It was complimentary to my righteous entry |
We fit on the tree of life and consciousness |
We get complex it’s my last phrase |
The message was colder air |
With the appropriate pen |
Dress a side with colored gin |
Descending on a capital I can |
Leave respect for the moon |
Let the sun shine behind |
I meditate to attain a state of nirvana with finer minds |
And the mind is too with yoga |
Stretching to China |
Then ponder on the wisdom from the old comedic genre |
It’s the master builder |
Seen many jewels to fill ya |
Control your lower spirit desires, they might kill ya |
Our old mortars, talk out of street thesaurus |
Take you into the chorus through the glass eye of Horus |
He had been the biggest juggernaut in human history, rolling over everything: |
over governmental form, over rituals, over religions casual and religions |
intense |
All religions fear Miguel |
My strikes are fatal, to your style |
That’s infantile like prenatal |
Your mic’s a child that’s getting fucked by a wild pedophile |
With blond crests like pectoral |
So suck my genitals you punk bitch, I’m the general |
Concocting verbs out of chemicals |
Leave you bloody like menstrual |
Cycles, my rap rifle blasts open any beat you throw |
Virtuoso flows like an ocean through an archipelago |
At a glance, yo, my battle stance rattles camps like an avalanche |
Crabs don’t have a chance, you sycophants |
Spend your cash advance grabbin' a lance |
To try to joust with the conqueror |
Stompin' the pawns that sponsor ya, onto the crucifix |
I chew ya crew to bits like Mueslix or computer chips |
Who can diss the pugilist? |
Rappers tried, and now they calcified up in formaldehyde |
Your valves canals divide |
I scalp hides, my names italicized to chastise |
Replicants in Nexus 6's excellence |
Present tense malevolence, devastating regiments |
Ever since I supplied a diatribe of cyanide |
You revised whom you idolize |
I finalize death threats, you recollect the Esoteridactyl |
Court is now in session, mothafucker, drop the gavel |
Knowledge is self taught to be defining me spiritual |
Like oracles at Delphi when they’re spoken to |
Mortals refer to me as Hatshepsut |
For exposing the secrets of the sands while I’m blessing you |
My presence here is principle like Kemetic philosophies |
Of reparations and for payment of stolen legacy |
So hail, homie |
To Army of the Pharoah |
Like Ma’at I seek truth through the tarot |
Choosing the teachings of 'Nezzar over that of the devil |
And trading places with Sankofa to hear my ancestors echo |
Commanding thoughts that the facts |
That led me to the holy near the temple of Karnak |
The old voice did not completely mask an underlying violence |
Knowing that such individuals would be linked by powerful bonding lines not |
readily available to the common awareness. |
Others might observe such linkages |
and plot the consequences, but the linked ones would dance to unconscious music |