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You get split in fucking half | By Ikon the Hologram's wrath | But I am the center inside the placenta of math
You get split in fucking half By Ikon the Hologram's wrath But I am the center inside the placenta of math You clash with cyanide gas and die fast Rhythmical equivalent of solids, liquids and gas We smash your science, with the power of Lord Titus But I am the virus inside of the iris of Cyrus Upon papyrus, I kill snipers and biting vipers And strangle you with the organs of writers who try to fight us Call me your highness They sip the blood from the phoenix Who's guilty like the Jews in the crucifixion of Jesus Murder the heathens And perish in a pit of cobras Word is bond, my rhymes form into a swarm of locusts Provoke us, and face the Zodiac killers Five Samurai, do or die, fire spitters Heavy hitters, from the lands of Sudan Killadelph, Shambhala, Ikon the Hologram What!? All religions fear Miguel My strikes are fatal, to your style That's infantile like prenatal Your mic's a child, that's getting fucked by a wild pedophile With bars pressed like guys spit violence, pectoral So suck my genitals you punk bitch, I'm the general Concocting verbs out of chemicals And leave you bloody like menstrual Cycles, my rap rifle blasts open any beat you throw Virtuoso flows like an ocean through an archipelago At a glance, yo, my battle stance rattles camps like an avalanche Crabs don't have a chance, you sycophants Spend your cash advance grabbing a lance To try to joust with the conqueror Stompin the pawns that sponsor ya, onto the, crucifix I chew ya crew to bits like Mucelix, or computer chips Who can diss the pugilist? Rappers tried, and now they calcified up in formaldehyde Your valves canals divide I scalp hides, my names italicized To chastise, replicants in Nexus 6's excellence Present tense malevolence, devastating regiments Ever since, I supplied a diatribe of cyanide You revised whom you idolize I finalize death threats, you recollect the Esoteridactyl Court is now in session, motherfucker, drop the gavel Knowledge is self taught to be defining me spiritual Animal senile,??????????????????????? Like oracles at Delphi when they're spoken to Mortals refer to me as??????????????? For exposing the secrets of the sands while I'm blessing you My presence equals principle like a method philosophies Of reparations, for payment, a stolen legacy So hail, homie To Army Of The Pharaoh Like Ma'at I seek truth through the tarot Choosing the teachings of 'Nezzar over that of the devil And trading places with Sankofa to hear my ancestors echo ? Coming in thoughts that later formed me the facts That led me to the holy near the temple of Karnak
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