(verse from Monarchs To The Kingdom Of The Dead)
My wings are darkened by the sins of those who walk the narrow path
The heralds laughed until my verses burned the Plains of Arafat
I wrote my name across the Shroud of Turin with a vial of urine
Sounds disturbing but I felt the urge to fuckin drown the vermin
With the Blade of Heaven's Bane, I left a thousand reverends maimed
Impaled them on their steeples so their blood would rouse an endless rain
I'll cast the Sovereign Architect into a world of woe and sorrow.
The soul is mortal. If I wished it, there'd be no tomorrow.
I'm drowning in a sea of hatred. I'll defeat the sacred
When they read the pages of my book that I've concealed for ages.
Through the darkest nights, a spark of light will feed the flame
And when the stars align, I'll part the skies commencing evil's reign.
I don't write rhymes; I paint frescos on cathedrals
That haunt the feeble, turning saints into demonic people.
The violence spawns a syringe in the Messiah's arm.
Fear is pumped into his veins and veils the light of Zion's dawn.
(verse from Worst Case Scenario)
The sound of a fool makes me pop a vein, leave their fathers slain,
Leave their daughters maimed, in the forest under autumn rains.
I will not refrain from leaving their petty God in flames.
Make their sons flee the country like Malcolm and Donalbain.
Question my motives, and Death will answer with necromancers
Holding heads and lanterns gathered in a hidden western cavern.
Tortured on a leather canvas, you hear their evil lyrics.
Once your life is gone they keep torturing your feeble spirit
Every wack emcee should fear it, no chance for ressurection
Demonic intervention, try to fuckin test the Section.
(verse from Terracotta Army)
I don't give a fuck, so it's hard for me to get enthused
Measure my head for the crown or measure my neck for the noose.
Usually I won't speak unless I need to, but the thing is dudes
Is tryna build, lookin like Bob the Builder with tinker tools
You don't want none of this: call me African Water
Smackin the Father, Tecknowledgist put the laughter in slaughter
You're only underground cause you live in your mom's basement
Cat got your tongue? Only pussy its ever tasted
You all fear the Sun, leave your spirit shunned, you need
Better lyrics son. Only victory you won was a Pyrrhic one
Fill your veins with insulin til you dip into a coma
Y'all ain't makin no moves like you inflicted with catatonia
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Originally Posted by Tecknowledgist
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