[Bigg Jus]

I swing boomerangs and murder air attacks
Blow out busted internet, access info out your back
Clip cut you off, I'm too advanced for your little cause
Pole position, my verbal contact no life support
We'll maintain position, lift off to ignition
Frequency feedback provide ammunition
The brain cells panic sell two tons of the IQ
When the energy starts to fornicate, that's when I punch through
All type hard rock tracks that's hard to the max
It's spacey like mixing up angel dust and crack
Yo wait a God damned pagan minute, then pause on that
My styles the man like the Ku Klux Klan be from deep down south
Don't let one of these little emcees get lost on the wrong route
Catch a Mississippi Burning fuck that then catch an arson
Land mines, destruction, Far Rockaway to Carson
You couldn't locate my synthy format using LoJack
Bitch I'm all that
Scratch the bed numbers straight 
In Battle With Angels lyrics

My sword was lifted,
as the first one came
so delightful - so splendid to rape
I cut her wide open,
tore her heart
My eyes they glimpsed,
this was blackened art

Riding forth, killing God
I'm in battle with angels
Riding forth, killing God
I shall never surrender

With my spear I killed the second
and father God mourned as hell
I watched him through
the black diamond
These pestilent disciples
never had a chance

The last one ca
off your girls' back
In fact black the injection of my lethal status
Will ultimately break all beats down into antimatter
You couldn't hang if you was bit by a radioactive spider
I'm intrigued, your lackluster broken charted style
Is unkempt and wild causing mayhem 
The battle rhymer mixed with tonic and El-P is fucking lethal
Like a African disease killer people
And it's true I'm messing with your whole crew till you're bogling
Cause your style is now off with a blast of the force

It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
The Krazy Kings these thinking caps be sparking tags quick x4

It's been rated combustible
Computer animated T2
Winds up enzyme fractal poly-residue
When taking away what little time that I got 
The mind view in energy oxen I pick the combination spot
When in 1985 they injected me with props
Ten years of misdirected blacks killing, I'm back on the block
Recuperating from the neve
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen lyrics

God rest ye merry gentlemen 
Let nothing you dismay 
Remember Christ our savior 
Was born on Christmas day 
To save us all from Satan's power 
When we were gone astray 
Oh tidings of comfort and joy 

From God our heavenly father 
The blessed angel came 
And unto certain shepherds 
Brought tidings of the same 
How that in Bethlehem was born 
The Son of God by name 
Oh tidings of comfort and joy 
Oh 
-ending bloodshed of the war
Though my pockets remain empty, my soul remains pure
Retained it exists laid a whole education
For the new rebirth of a super space station
Practicing the science of shooting the planets from a distance
While escaping without conscience of existence
Or would be laws no matter how much I resistance
From somewhere wicked in the West this way comes
It seems that we underestimated Satan once again
Time marches on but some and then some blends
Into the recess of all starving no content
All for the form of better communication
I bet you wish you could eliminate the whole lower class population
I be the fund raiser for my own expedition
A pro-black family mind reconditioning
For the multi-colored Pumas are no longer the flavor
Unless you're one of those techno transient jungle ravers

It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
The Krazy Kings be thinking caps and sparking tags q
3e Sexe lyrics

(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas)
Dans la rue des tenues charmantes
Maquille comme mon fiance
Garcon, fille l'allure stupefiante
Habille comme ma fiancee
Cheveux longs, cheveux blonds colores
Toute nue dans une boite en fer
Il est belle, il est beau decrie
L'outrage mais j'en ai rien a faire
J'ai pas envie de la voir nue
J'ai pas envie de le voir nu
Et j'aime cette fille aux cheveux longs
Et ce garcon qui pourrait dire non!
E
ick x4

I strike a match for you two dollar MC's that can't burn
This is for your own concern
I burn images in retinas for all you bitches faking
You couldn't download my multi-disk without penetrating
Complex quotes set to explode off of impact
But it sees to that disco boogie mayhem dance track
Lookie bitch at poetry that's on track like a bookie
More heads be jocking my shit than a droptop at dookie
Peep this, put together the form into pieces
That form the eight steps for your mind increases
Another ass whipping slashing my burn to pieces
It's mad bogus, I'm fading in and out of focus
Cock shoot cops tax me, I'm taxing you
My gunshots scream nerve wracking, heads is pushing through
Intensity, I booby-trap all known vicinities
Leave you stinking like face guts in a dumpster in Little Italy

It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
The Krazy Kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick x8