Monday, October 4, 2010

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E pluribus unum, all-seeing eye ocular exam
The apocalypse, back by popular demand
Innocuous, but still leave a stage with blood in my hand
For the populace, put a fist in the sky
“License to kill” italicized into my ID
Iraqi Illuminati, Haile Selassie karate
John “The Beast” Mugabi
King Jaffe in the lobby with the fur made of a lion
The eye of Horus, Mount Zion vibrant
Prominent constellations of Orion
The reason why my stars are in alignment
The renegade, an Allahu Akbar, rock star
Tossing homemade grenade CDs at NYPD cop cars
Just to get the revolution to pop off
Fradulent stock funded with Louis Vuitton knockoffs
Hijackin’ helicopters to detonate your metropolis
While I’m in the cockpit, politickin’ like Stephanopoulos
And my esophagous is quite etonic when I vomit
It’s bio-engineered ergonomics
The truth divided by innovative Ebonics
Times Goose, lime, crushed ice, and a splash of tonic
My past lives are astronomic
Smokin’ hash in a cathedral with Nostradamus
At Mass, discussin’ Martin Luther’s “Free at Last” speech
Step on my British Walkers, get your *** beat.



Jessica said...

I have read this 10 times today and its still feels fresh

Marley said...

damn! SOunds like JayElectronica a little