Exertions Remix

You get split in ******* half
The Ikon the Hologram wrath
But I am the center inside the placenta of math
You clash with cyanide gas and die fast
Rythmical 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 body 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
Whos 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
Killadel Shambala Ikon the Hologram
What

All religions fear Miguel
My strikes are fatal to your style
Thats infantile like prenatal
Your mics a child
Thats getting ****** by a wild pedophile
So suck my genitals you punk *****
Im the general
Concocting verbs out of chemicals

Leave you bloody like menstrual

Cycle my rap rifle blasts open any beat you throw
Virtuoso flows like an ocean through an archapelago
At a glance yo my battle stance rattles champls like an avalanche

Crabs dont have a chance you sycophants spend your cash advance grabbin a lance try
To joust with the conqueror
Stompin the pawns that sponsor ya
Onto the crucifix
I chew ya crew to bits like Mucelix or computer chips

Who candis the pugelist
Rappers tried and now they calcified up in formaldehyde
Your valves canals divide
I scalp hides my names italicized to chastise replicants of nexus 6s 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 ********** drop the gavel
Knowledge is self taught to be defining me spiritual
Like oracles at Delphi when theyre spoken to
Mortals refer to me as
For exposing the secrets of the sands while Im blessing you
My presence equals principle like a method philosophies
Of reparations for payment a stolen legacy
So hail homie
I make up the pharoah
Like Maat 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 Kanak