the five perfect exertions

the crushing weight of the tyrant's passage had left nothing unmarked

you gettin' split in fucking half by ikon the hologram's wrath

but i am the center inside the placenta of math

you clash with cyanide gas and die fast

rhythmical equivalent of solids

liquids and gas

we smash your science

with the power of lord titus

but i am the virus inside of the iris of cyrus

upon papyrus

i kill snipers and biting vipers

and strangle you with the organs of rioters who try to fight us

call me your highness and sip the blood from the phoenix

who's guilty like the jews in the crucifixion of jesus

murder the heathens and perish in a pit of cobras

word is bond

my rhymes form into a swarm of locusts

provoke us and face the zodiac killers

five samurai

do or die

fire spitters

heavy hitters from the lands of sudan

killadelph

shambhala

ikon the hologram

what!?

who's convoluting thoughts in self

this corpse and i know i spent

to the opening of a similar rift

and it's lost in a different set free

scimitar for street a mention

didn't ask for this world

it was complimentary to my righteous entry

we fit on the tree of life and consciousness

we get complex it's my last phrase

the message was colder air

if you could you could

dress a side with colored gin

descending on a capital i can

leave respect for the moon

let the sun shine behind

i meditate to attain a state of nirvana with finer minds

and the mind is too with yoga

stretching to china

then ponder on the wisdom from the old comedic genre

it's the master builder

seen many jewels to fill ya

control your lower spirit desires

they might kill ya

our old mortars

talk out of street consorters

think you went to the corners through the glass eye of horus

he had been the biggest juggernaut in human history

rolling over everything: over governmental form

over rituals

over religions casual and religions intense

all religions fear miguel

my strikes are fatal

to your style

that's infantile like prenatal

your mic's a child that's getting fucked by a wild pedophile

with blond crests like pectoral

so suck my genitals you punk bitch

i'm the general

concocting verbs out of chemicals

leave you bloody like menstrual

cycles

my rap rifle blasts open any beat you throw

virtuoso flows like an ocean through an archipelago

at a glance

yo

my battle stance rattles camps like an avalanche

crabs don't have a chance

you sycophants

spend your cash advance grabbin' a lance

to try to joust with the conqueror

stompin' the pawns that sponsor ya

onto the crucifix

i chew ya crew to bits like mueslix or computer chips

who can diss the pugilist?

rappers tried

and now they calcified up in formaldehyde

your valves canals divide

i scalp hides

my names italicized to chastise

replicants in nexus 6's excellence

present tense malevolence

devastating regiments

ever since i supplied a diatribe of cyanide

you revised whom you idolize

i finalize death threats

you recollect the esoteridactyl

court is now in session

mothafucker

drop the gavel

knowledge is self taught to be defining me spiritual

like oracles at delphi when they're spoken to

mortals refer to me as hatshepsut

for exposing the secrets of the sands while i'm blessing you

my presence here is principle like kemetic philosophies

of reparations and for payment of stolen legacy

so hail

homie

to army of the pharoah

like ma'at i seek truth through the tarot

choosing the teachings of 'nezzar over that of the devil

and trading places with sankofa to hear my ancestors echo

commanding thoughts that the facts

that led me to the holy near the temple of karnak

the old voice did not completely mask an underlying violence

knowing that such individuals would be linked by powerful bonding lines

not readily available to the common awareness. others might observe such linkages and plot the consequences

but the linked ones would dance to unconscious music