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[black ghost]

much respect to the people who preceed me
on this thread your spitting nuthin but gold

keep lines alive

i connect to stats and info through digital sockets/
replacing flesh with machines so that im an object/
that you expect to come storming out of a rocket/
because many are too used to speaking scien fiction/
space cadets that could take on one mission/
but i envision worlds that scope the the division/
of space and time words and rhymes picked with prescion/
so that im timeless in my approach on my own/
i tear apart a world that was built by a microphone/
becoz i pull cables and when im focused i sever lines/
so that people forget that there were pages behind/
plagerists are starting to get afrocentric relentless/
for a while the games has bin defensless its senseless/
but i come to show that my thoughts are endless/
take you to the end of the universe to show you were to start/
my big bang on charts is sure to arrive in parts/
i packege it in parcels so that every one can get a piece/
sandals on my feet makes the jesus christ pose complete/
i ressurect to preach to lost scribes to put it on sheets/
of papyrus thats used to direct a fleet to breach/
the defences written knowledge and established speach/

[mceeQ]

let ma paint a masterpiece even Da Vinci will compliment/a X,Y theorem think dat ur da dominant
species when insects will populate da planet when George Bush accidentally pushes da red button/
poison quills to stain da pages of undocumented history/brutal scenes of inhuman forms of debauchery/
i slay da demon's holdin' down ma soul with a mic shaped in a crucifix/and molest innocence with no lubricants/
this form of verbal alchemy outlawed by priestesses dat lost virginty to angels lost on da river Ganga Ganges/
scale heights of lyrically constructed Andes/plate techtonic mechanics left a spanner in da workings/
a Merovingian descendant no Dan Brown affiliate/spitting a bloody flow like a gals first period/
not expected similar to raps false prophets/consort with devils with da black wings of cheap profit/
slit throats with a dagger stolen from Azreal's sleeves/crudely decapitate these emcees/with stone knives like cave men/
death an aquintance/i humble ma self by mutilating ma own skin/
carry a capsule of scorpion venom around ma neck/in case da shadows capture ma soul i ain't sayin' sh*t/
i dragg rappers feet first into da subtarenean/chains and whips screams of a demon's moanin'/

Priory of Zion

[black ghost]

deep mceeq no other words

rappers are dragged in feet first really never knowing/
candy wrappers stripped of to show they were never flowing/
the anger of not exploding has got me creatively corroding/
spitting acid venom through fangs at the mighty and headstrong/
hoping to beget a spawn that forces people to get gone/
fresh to death so these opposite are aquainted with death/
im ravenous the shards of bone in my mouth scream through my breath/
a dgragon in flesh i drag on the smoke of the birth sent/
from the mouths of architects tryin to create a monument/
i speak computech cause my thoughts are born in technology/
used by pharoah to bridge the narrow minds and marrow/
at the apex of the temples i resurrect sharper than an arrow/
from the bow of the gods so from olympus i plot/
using templates from the distruction if wrought ive brought/
moving from killing first borns to creating nagasaki children of the corn/
atom bombs are the thorns in the crown around my form/
but their never really understanding when their demanding/
challengers never knowing that im the one handling/
all business from hades im the one dismantling/
word by word false phrophets who are rambling/

[Lyrikal.Skillz]

Yo
F*ck all the acting, and I certainly ain't one
But whenever I Bond these words they Pearce (pierce) like Brosnan
And like Daniel Craig I'm here to take over
Back like 70's fashion with a minor make over
Used to be the Demon, now Lyrikal-dot-Skillz
Scriptures bear testimony that Lyrikal got skillz
As predicted in the Qu'ran and in the ancient Bible
LS has returned, raise ya lyrical rifles
Soldiers