[Verse 1: Son of Light]
Camelot returning
The fire's still burning
The wheels are still turning
Kingdom come now
Seven riders apocalyptical darkness
Eliminating luminations with tactical heartlessness
In a breath, back from d**h
Return of the living legends back in the flesh
Fresh and so vivid the imagery is religious
Theological prophecies building bridges
[Verse 2: Diaz]
Tee's the fifth element heaven sent creature
When the horns of Jericho blow it'll reach ya
Trust me, ain't nothing holy 'bout the holy ghost
Hell's open your quick to find your a** roast
Another season, another harvest
Another reason to build the hardest (T.P.)
Do sh** or scram this is Lucifer's land
Crew, gang or clan's only few that'll stand
[Hook: The Loudmouf Choir & Son of Light] (x2)
The kings
The kings came back from the dead
The gods
Be the gods, we came they fled
We the legends
We over your head just like heaven
Now witness the return of the seven
It's T.P
[Verse 3: The Loudmouf Choir]
T.P. the nonprofit organization
Doing charity for the asian, black and caucasian
We uniting the nations
Yeah we're f**ing amazing
Loudmouf getting crazy with the masturbations
We faking the hate when we hating the fake
We debating with the hating so we hating Opaque
We great, baking the cake
With the cherry on the top
Drinking from a furry cup
T.P. we stir it up
[Verse 4: Tech-Rock]
We enhance the battle plans for 07'
Modern warfare, fall like battle scarred legends, Kings
Things ain't what they appear to be
The seven headed beast armed to the teeth and the enemy
Bear the shame, our heroes have been slain
Buried beneath the fields where you reap that we ingrain
There with those weep tears of pain
T.P. left with another decade to reign
[Hook: The Loudmouf Choir & Son of Light] (x2)
[Verse 5: The Loudmouf Choir]
We in the building
We building
Doing it for the children
T.P. we the gods do your jobs be the builder
We top building we like stars man we're nuts
Loudmouf laying pipes hard on 'em s*uts
And we start 'em and such, we stars getting huts
Hitting the largest bu*ts
(?) in the cup
We got the hardest nuts
And they shaved and polished
They be hanging there dangling in the face of a goddess
[Verse 6: Karma]
It's the V.O.T. to the CLI to the CK T to the P hey
He ain't playing right we'll beat up the DJ
Scream on the mic beat the sh** out the PA
Get out the way, we head out to stay
It's like they invited the dead out to play
Slightly aroused, red spread out the brain
T.P. ain't the blood I can let out the bane
[Hook: The Loudmouf Choir & Son of Light] (x2)