[Intro]
Yeah
This is the Arch Nemesis
Yeah yeah
Bringing you the holy sh**
Holy sh**!
Yeah aah Yeah
[Verse One]
Let the magic begin, abracadabra I'm in
Elite scribe on the mic, I brought you the genesis
Across Africa and the universe you're livin in
I'm the father, the son, ma spirit's within
Illuminate all your tribes, like the moon at night
Gravitate all the scribes, the lyric I write
In hieroglyphics, I make the sages delight
If you're looking for the light, yeah you listen alright
I wrote the word that you read, the word that you speak
With an intellect only the gods can elect
You'll see the real effect when you do reflect
Or perform the old rituals of the high elect
Assimilate everything that I say in a way
And make angels and demons get out the way
This is the only way you can master the way
And become the true creator of all today
We are the true queens, philosopher kings
If Socrates was alive I would be king
But now I just oracle on these divine things
Questioning all the gods and probing everything
I'm the Arch Nemesis, the one with the hammer
The dangerous emcee, the one with the grammar
If you're listening to pop I give you no drama
I'm the one that created Hip Hop with no armor
[Hook x 2]
Open up any bible, and ask your God:
Who were the holy scribes that wrote the books?
(There's only one scribe that's left alive
Arch Nemesis, the scribe you can't describe.)
[Verse Two]
In many forms than all your professors recall
I write things that are deeper than all the gospels
Then I grab microphones and teach it all
From the gardens of Eden, I reverse the fall
You can not stay the same, ma words are like flames
Causing fires in your intellectual frames
All the sh** that you read is not the same
I read to you from the books you can not erase
Eternal scriptures like the position of stars
Or the scars on the moon and the planet Mars
I read the sky and the oceans, the rocks and man
All ma wisdom is eternal like Aiwas
I write all ma deep rituals in spiritual form
All your pastors and preachers can not perform
Even catholic priests can not conform
Only the initiated can master the form
From the days of the pharaohs I wrote the law
I'm the instrument of God, the hand of God
Arch Nemesis, the eternal judge and all
If you're listening to me, ye, that's your call
Hip Hop is the craft of lyrical scribes
From the stone ages we wrote the pages
Teaching all ages, we poetic sages
Arch Nemesis, I'm the last one of the age
[Hook x 2]
Open up any bible, and ask your God:
Who were the holy scribes that wrote the books?
(There's only one scribe that's left alive
Arch Nemesis, the scribe you can't describe.)
[Verse Three]
Behold, I'm the one closing the chapter
The last master before the coming of the rapture
The greatest common factor, no other scribes after
I'm the underground radioactive reactor
Unborn from the afterlife, I was born
With ma three books, and one microphone
I was given the key to open the dome
Unleash all the dragons, recover the horn
Across centuries and penitentiaries
I was studying alone in the libraries
Developing mathematics and philosophy
Creating the chemistry from alchemistry
While you motherf**ers were just sleeping at home
We were studying all the mysteries of God
Understanding the forms, creating the laws
We wrote the bibles, that you love to read from
We are the holy scribes you can not divide
A federation of tribes you can not describe
You can only subscribe and we give you the guide
If you were born to write, you could be a Nu Scribe
Pick up your pens and make the world repent
Start writing and tracking every event
Read about the universe in every extent
Then soon you'll become the last Nu Scribes
[Hook x 2]
Open up any bible, and ask your God:
Who were the holy scribes that wrote the books?
(There's only one scribe that's left alive
Arch Nemesis, the scribe you can't describe.)
[Outro]
Those of you
Who can still read the books-
Being inspired or just seeking the truth
You must start to really ask yourselves;
Who were these ancient scribes?
And who are the Nu Scribes?
(Who are the Nu Scribes?)