Sacrificial Rap (The Curse)
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Lyrics
Verse1
I’m confused by words, my nerves soothed by mirth, an extraterrestrial on a strange planet’s turf, stressed and perpetually deranged by the curse of a ancient pharoahe who I mamed with a verse, i submerse herbs wit radioactive waves, a maniac axman that’s hackin brains, slayin baptists with iranian tactics the scorned I deform with uranium n’acid, From the ashes I’ve risen to pass on my wisdom, the masses’ll listen when i cast my previsions, the livin’ll be christened by master wizards before malice will unbalance the pastures and rivers, graspin visions of a callous magician I managed to master the craft with precision mixin liquids in a cauldron, causin magnetism, mad viscious wit sacrificial daggers i stab bishops
Verse2
I possess the cosciousness of a melchzedek, I vexed and warn the death of hell’s adepts I was spawned by seth, from time’s dawn I’ve kept my wise thoughts and texts behind doors of strength so they wouldn’t fall to the sly claws of men, my bars’ll bend yall wit the force of ten, listen to the viscious roar of lament of the beats hungry to feast on the hearts of men, chakras i wreck, wit the darkest of texts , lock the unblessed in the fortress of death, rippin the flesh the from core of your chest ascetic’s a sorcerer wit the force of ginesh, perceptions start to darken as my lyrics embody the spirits of akhenaton the heartless marksman complex lyrically the saga startin for the next dinasty
Verse3
I’ll break your knees squeese the lungs that make you breathe, erase emcees like space debris re-entering the atmosphere the facts are clear my raps are feared like romans feared the saxon spears I’m smackin queers my axes tear components off the stratosphere I’m a fallen angel my sowrds’ ll mame you, drinkin blood from a gash i slashed in your knavel, the assassin of abel craftsman of fables, leave emcees disastrously disabled, no passage’ll save you from my wrath I displayed you, sacred swords get snatched from the grasp of gabriel, haters jaws get snapped and cracked wit the fatal force of my thoughts and the math of arcadia ascetic was anointed by hades cause my voice has the power to kill like paul atreides, a barren inebriated shaman eatin the severed heads of wack emcees to alleviate my famine
Incredibly insane.