Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind - The Five Perfect Exertions lyrics

[Intro] The crushing weight of the Tyrant's pa**age had left nothing unmarked [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] You get split in f**ing 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 k** snipers and body vipers And strangle you with the organs of writers 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 k**ers Five Samurai, do or die, fire spitters Heavy hitters from the lands of Sudan k**adel, Shambhala, Ikon the Hologram What!? [Verse 2: Chief Kamachi] 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 j**els to fill ya Control your lower spirit desires, they might k** ya Our old mortars, talk out of street consorters Think you went to the corners through the gla** eye of Horus [Interlude] He had been the biggest juggernaut in human history, rolling over everything: over governmental form, over rituals, over religions casual and religions intense [Verse 3: Virtuoso] All religions fear Miguel My strikes are fatal, to your style That's infantile like prenatal Your mic's a child That's getting f**ed by a wild pedophile With blond crests like [?] pectoral So s** my genitals you punk b**h 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 [Verse 4: Esoteric] At a glance yo my battle stance rattles champs 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 dis the pugilist Rappers tried, and now they calcified up in formaldehyde Your valves can*ls divide I scalp hides my names italicized to chastise Replicants of nexus 6's excellence Present tense malevolence, devastating regiments Ever since I supplied a diatribe of cyanide You revised whom you idolize I finalize d**h threats, you recollect the esoteridactyl Court is now in session mothaf**a drop the gavel [Verse 5: Bahamadia] Knowledge is self taught to be defining me spiritual [?] Like oracles at Delphi when they're spoken to Mortals refer to me as [?] For exposing the secrets of the sands while I'm blessing you My presence here is principle like [?] philosophies Of reparations, for payment, of stolen legacy So hail, homie 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 [?] to hear my ancestors echo Commanding thoughts the lady forming the facts That led me to the holy near the temple of Karnak [Outro] 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