Bronze Nazareth - Hypnotic Prophets lyrics

Since we've seen each other, a game goes on Secretly I move, and you respond You're winning, you think it's funny But look up from the board now (1984: Quatrain 1245) [Kevlaar 7] Prevention of ascension, lyrically hesitant to mention The wackest lines that you regret written visions and mental missions Got a n***a waiting, decisions, decisions Hip-Hop religion risen, 50-50 5th and 26 shine spitting 40 million winning, where youthful children sinning Beginning like tin man, breathing 43rd win The unburden flaming n***as that burn men Reaffirm men, the churning cauldron that hauls men and women To Hip-Hop's fields of k**ing Scalpel like voice, heavy enough to smash big buildings "Just came back from the dead tonight" [Bronze Nazareth] I blaze electromagnetic phonetic, my grip is like pathogens My cell's multiplying, your cycle of Circadian rhythms Molest the zip code, number two pencil execution Cross your fulvic, nomad, lungs s**ing up nitrogen Perpendicular era of conspiracy in the Unknown I sharpen my erection; harpoon you through your pubic bones Warlord invulnerable to the violently state of alum that digest a napalm Disen and Amen-Ra, infamous Sun God I travel at the speed of shadows, bloodier than medieval battles And adversaries who impose entity get roped on the gallows I pull energy through radioactive ways that slay royal graves Striving off poison increase and lyrical Gamma-rays Sentenced by the 42 Judges in the halls of Osiris To read the book of the dead and spread it immortal white cell virus Thieving my resent from the dynasties within Strong as Teutonic Knights in the hypnotic Nordic region "If that Doctor must come" "I'll fight it" [Kevlaar 7] Verbal genetics, energy tongue kinetic They awfully fed it with germs, alphabetic Letters insulin, diabetic, the English tagnet No need for the medics, in the past I bled it Hell yeah my taste buds can smell it The lyrical relic wakes up every night rested Uncontested, even when it's silent Careful though my gums tote lyrical guns Heavy a** ones shooting over ducking tongue Bouncing off any ammo, teeth is white shrapnel I spit out a handful, bullets and broken teeth distasteful Disgraceful rivals, liable to make atheist emcees pull out Bible "You want a war you can't win?" [Bronze Nazareth] Yo, I crack, pseudo alumni, manifested by 2045 And bomb the Sun that'll rise like lethal sedative Rotate 2000 meters per second squared on an axis Vespula Yellow jackets swarm, sting with needles of pure lead Snap your shinbone, lying in dark crevices like crackheads Writing hazardous, cuneiform, and hieroglyphical Biblical scriptures that has minds blown Thunder storming from the dome and fueling from the dark That drowns Earth and recreates Noah's Ark Spark from the cutaneous brain tissue Word's so strong they shoot back through time and slice Jesus' umbilical No escaping this, treacherousness I've walked a quarter Earth with bloody fist Breathing Primatene mint; a third wish from the Genie lamp Can't reduce my verbal cramp nor menstruation Might take form of an axe, laceration Not the type of n***a to raise Hell, but I'll lower Heaven Shattering mics and k**ing n***as with my brethren