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[Pharoahe Monch] As you look from whenceforth I come; riding the wind thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view, I'm descending in helicopters -- in a village raid Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade I'm highly intoxicating your mind -- when I'm operating on cell walls to membranes, cytoplasms to protoplasms Disintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battle I display a nuclear ray that'll, destroy bone marrow in cattle Thereby destroying the entire food supply that's crawling with AIDS, maggots, flies It's ironic, when a demonic, government utilizes bionics and a six million dollar man to capture me Clever, however; you could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram Who's determined to fight solely, to defend in wars a land of the holy I threw I-raq/a-rock and I-ran/I-ran cause I couldn't stand anymore within the depths of the sand So don't ask me Hu-ssein/who-sane cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain (oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it nitrogen levels.. check it) [Prince Poetry] Twenty-thousand leagues down below, minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees Letras de cancionesSeize the info, gather the archaelogists The aftermath needs to follow this cause it's, deep Equivalent to the esophagus, spreads to scientists a.k.a. Optimus Prime - time, television is, dead on this issue and very much irrelevant to this intuition de-leting any alias info and descriptive Mortal calm, partition with infrared light, vision precision, beams Colors, reds, fuschias, lime-greens Black, don't you know my formulas form dope lyrics uplift spirits and yo I hear it's fatal to walk the path of Konfusion, where it's torture some cherish, while most human-like beings perish Subjected to death Their bodies don't agree with the hypnotical intellect Poetical acid is burning up flesh At the end of corridor do you see me sitting there Johnny More Grotesque Literature somewhat equivalent to concentrated sodium hyperchloride Insight, foresight, more sight The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight You feel nauseous Forever you will avoid my royal presence as I step into darkness (Now is the time.. to stretch your brain to it's maximum) [Pharoahe Monch] I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am The paradox I am, the equinox extending my hand into dimensions to unlock new doorways And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways And so I play with rhythms, for something more than a mere game enabling me to advance in wisdom Words will exist like vampires No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escape with my sanity -- in 2010 every man will be subject to global warming, formless oval Millions of locusts swarming Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme the intelligent one, utilizing the mind third vision Surrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brain The triggering mechanism from which I strike sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound which comes from below the magma, the granite, the ground The surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashes Your optics will not be able to detect the deadly hypnotical gases Damn it's hard to breathe!!! But if I got one breath left; I'll suck wind from the valley of death, here I come from the slums of earth to center I reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shell Walkin through the doorways of Heaven - or is this Hell? (The time is now.. right now.) (This is the hour, this is the new dawn! This is the new day.) [Prince Poetry] As I step into the Thunderdome, with flows as the wind blows Visualize the intros, releasing hypnotical gases chemicals mixed, fixed, takin it to the sixth round of poetical warfare; energetically I walk with the flare Rampaging like a rock-like figure throughout the night's atmosphere I swear My wrist holds mind-trigger darkness can't overshadow me cause of high rate of smashin you, then trashin you after I'm bashin you, with my hammer Whenceforth passed to me, by Odin Occasionally my pro-file is low-key Gamma Rays brainwashed to transforms me but I still withhold my hammer, to lift me up For God still is my upliftor I use this knowledge just to crush the cluster of grifter Night approaches so I proceed in flight back to the Hall of Justice as I continue to disintegrate em Translating the codes in hypnotical language then a Theta assault steppin up, frontin to be blunt but I'm a radical creator of a poetical hypothetical mathematical slay slur, punch that, stun that amazes and dazes and phases the stranger, with pages of the lost chapters Unfound factors So I stretch like Reed Richards across the land Continue with reading your e-quilibrium with concepts that confuse ya, metabolism's fallin off Data consider oblivion Now as I walk through the valley of death ignorin the battle lashes and gashes and rashes the atom smashes, cause I released the last hypnotical gases! From Letras Mania