ILL Prophecy
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #138
Peak in subgenre #87
Author
Christopher Lancaster
Uploaded
March 28, 2014
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:33
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
This is motherf*** ing warfare music
Battle cry's with sharpened knives, battle rhymes and taking lives
A lyricist disguised in illusion
Leave emcees crippled in confusion, my style is abusive
Look into my eyes, pure black and cold
Feel the fear shiver through your f*** ing back and bones
Grab the microphone and notice how you lack the stones
To battle a sorcerer that'll detach your dome
Attaching the armor, grasping weapons that'll strip you of your honor
I am a martyr!
Followed by the forces of resurrected corpses
Hundred thousand strong wielding silver bladed swords
With soulless inhibitions on a mission to destroy
Vicious coalitions with seditious visions to deploy
A vision sworn and taken to the grave
Put'em on their knees and open their necks with the blades
(Chorus)
A merciless leader....insurgent
Look to your heavens cause your god is emerging
This is the prophet calling to his servants
Blacken the suns and prepare for resurgence
(Verse 2)
Marching on them, step by step, as you feel the earth shake
Fissures crack open as you fear your worst fate
Molten liquid sprays as volcanic ash blackens out the suns rays
Creating a haze
Leaving your squadrons surrounded by darkness
Blinded to the attacks from oblivions marvels
Metaphysical varmints, dressed in militant gourmets
Exiled to an afterlife of physical torment
Resurrected with hate, no compassion for love
Ripping through your flesh, a divine thirst for blood
Screams echo from beneath as I descend from above
Armies of the weak battered scattered laying in mud
Clouds of smoke from the fires that are torching their forts
Piles of the dead limbs and bones broken by force
The last thousand gather knowing its their last resort
Problem is, is that I'm known to kill by the thousands for sport
(Chorus)
A merciless leader....insurgent
Look to your heavens cause your god is emerging
This is the prophet calling to his servants
Blacken the suns and prepare for resurgence
(Verse 3)
Death and violence, blood gore and pain
Welcome to the five dimensions of hell where I rule and rain
Trapped in medullas ring, cast by the gula priest
Englassed in cubic zinc, now bask at this rubric beast
I'ma chew and feast, fast through this humans meat
Been released to demolish all thirty of Zerullas fleet
Time to rule and sync, Greenland to the Swedish brink
Destroy and sink all ships sailing through Norwegian Seas
Prime the regions freeze, followed by the legions seized
An evil breed the darkness that can breed disease
I'll cleave the creed dismantle their beliefs and see
How fast the religious reprieve, plead, bleed, and secede
Knees to the ground death to my enemies
Breath to the entities, perplexed with the energy
For this type of evil is complex in a synergy
Accept all these memories
Left cleverly convexed with no remedy
(Chorus)
A merciless leader....insurgent
Look to your heavens cause your god is emerging
This is the prophet calling to his servants
Blacken the suns and prepare for resurgence
