[Intro]
It's an easy thing to believe strange things in this white loneliness
Some of the legends are really fascinating
I've heard of one
Something about a hidden valley called the country of the blind
Yes
A fertile valley which was settled many centuries ago
And then cut off by the great landslide of ?
But why the country of the blind?
Well even before it was isolated the people developed a strange illness
All of them slowly went blind
After that their children were born blind
And the legend is
Uh
Yeah, yeah
Poetic d**h
Vice Versa on the beat
Blunted Sultan
Yeah, yeah (Chapter two)
Uh, blind country
Yo (d**h to the Shogun)
We're livin' in a blind country
Yo, yo
[Verse 1]
Return of the beast, shine immaculate
I am the reason why you celebrate the god on the Sabbath
Walkin' on the atmosphere, I split the ocean
Gave birth to Nibiru, and the return of the red planet
This is excellence comparable to none
If you a part of the Threat, that means I felt the god in you
Take from you, learn from you, self proclaimed omnipresent
Doesn't mean he gave a f** about you
The Anti-Christ died on the cross, was resurrected three days later
Stained a motherf**in' rose petal
I try to give you facts about the government
My mother thinks I'm insane, another victim of the Television
A sad thought of Armageddon
These people seem to forget the stories of the Garden of Eden
There was Adam and Eve, the divine and the holy trees
While Satan spoke the tongues in the form of reptilian
People seem to believe only what they see, only on the TV
The last of a dying breed
[Bridge]
The masterminds behind this great conspiracy
Have absolute control of all of our ma**-communications media, especially television, the radio, the press, and Hollywood
[Verse 2]
Redrum, I bury dumb n***as in breadcrumbs
Leavin' dead bodies at the steps of their gods
You motherf**ers ignorant, I am infinite
The only man that stands above me, reflection of my silhouette
This is history predicted by the Aztecs
The day of 2012 is when I leave this f**ing planet
A bloody mess, Poetic d**h will k** a Nazi
You other rappers ain't got sh** against my posse
Organized Threat, that's the sound of revolution
These governmental pensions get k**ed by the execution
My sound waves'll k** bullets
My blood is so thick it broke apart your microchip unit
Seventh epitaph written on my tombstone
Brimstone when the wings glow, anointed by the ancient
Cause slaves to Egyptian writing couldn't fool my third eye
Perception, one time awakens, blasphemy
[Outro]
We all know that our State Department, the Pentagon, and the White House have brazenly proclaimed that they have the right and the power to manage the news
Yo big ups to the whole crew
Organized Threat
2008 is a new year
Yeah
Shout outs to Vice Versa, Blunted Sultan