Enter my dominion of mic oblivion I'll wreck a civilian With military conditioning I'm k**ing them Lyricism of War You ain't ready for metaphor Cause an Atom song has more megatons than atom bombs Moving on Like Louis Armstrong to Great Beyond Retaliate Like Viet Cong in Vietnam Transform Like Enoch turning to Metatron Bringing bombs like Hizbollah guerrillas in Lebanon The line has been drawn Here's some critical 4-11 Repent and seek Christ to go to heaven Spiritually no Pharisee leaven I'll leave you terrified to go outside like New York city in '77 Summer of Sam Rip mics with both hands Early advance Was in spray cans and breakdance You're half a man But I'm something else entirely Immortal representing for the I.E. society Chorus: ------- Empire strikes back Give us our mics back You wack cats can't rap Scared to spit the facts Spitting fictitious rhymes Straight suspicious rhymes The human race is almost over Here comes the finish line (x 2) (T'sai of Outskirts) T'sai the chosen Bulldozing over you characters Ain't scared of you Preparing you for the final shake down Attacking your mentals to the point they break down Your mic I take now Till your crew don't make a sound Cause I roll with tight spitters Holy mic defenders This beat packs more heat than cops with life enders White flags waves surrenders My flow leaves you froze Like poles in the winter Try to lick a bite, you'll get stuck Unstoppable like Mack truck You're wack when you bust, suddenly smacked by a bust I stand my ground like no more back of the bus Empire strikes back fast With no hesitation Collaboration y'all wack crews can't even fathom T'sai form the Outskirts, and that spiritual brother Atom With sk**s that's endless and that's a Menace like the Phantom 909 we put it down to the fullest, so here's the anthem What, what. (chorus)