[Verse 1: High Priest]

Gun fetish, suicide inverse in vitro

I make the beat go around like parallelogram shaped algorithms

It's the ever ever changing never the same thing changing

Aiming intricate arterial wall

Armor piercing arrows through your spinal

Black rhino to your Kevlar

Death star audio emperor

Contemporary composer

Serial flows feel like dust, I'm vain

Needle popping the weak number six Rust-Oleum

Dripping from the two train

All city acidic epicenter

Indicative of the problem, I'm the cure

AC boy, AD boy, hey b-boy

Act like you know the structure

The ever-fluctuating wave form suction

Of a black hole will crush your world

Function like ghost in essence, in man form

I transform the land you stand on

Ne-e-ervous MC's

Mister freeze High Priest

The ice kings with the nice things

[Hook: High Priest]

Gun talk run New York

Down here we run lyrics, lyrics

Gun talk run New York

But down here we run lyrics

[Verse 2: M. Sayyid]

I sketch the infinite chosen frozen

Gift the shit that splits like tits loose and forty deuce

Tips and keepin' niggas hemoglobin hypertension

The maid for lightbeam

Willy-nilly dollar dream labeled lobby scheme

Maybe you might probably be clean

Bust through seams with the beam

Nigga's are straight one time trigger puller

Rusty voice, big bad wolf

Mimic middle-schooler follow tip hollow flip

Trick seal circus kneel bow for the act

Drama puffed lip quip shit, yo I'll light the wick

Wonder white owl, laugh scowl, foul MC's

In the battle a flash phase, rash plays on stage

Delayed a path like videos pause

Look what that nigga was wearing

Gas tearing off a sheet I bam

Roped a priest in the sun, priest done

Big beast godzilla foot up the spot

Like the chin in your girl's twat

Lean then feel force like you're bustin off

Phlegm porno favorite gem Ono in your Lennon like Yoko

Solo is bipolar modulating

Rolo-bola to your inner flurry like Denver to water

I scurry but niggas is still blurry like a bootleg

Or nerds can't find their bifocal as my vocals slam

Local niggas hyped on decks like WWF

Not connecting, insurrect my nice seam crease

Wait for blessings, M. Sayyid

First birth general empirical umbilical

Miracle lyrical syllable zero in your ass

Fully swat flask of gin sip

Hot sweaty detectives plant outside my crib

As my thought bends your limbs

Round your globe around the strobe make your ear ring

[Verse 3: High Priest]

You are you are now hearing the tri-pinnacle crown jewels

Around fools I school

If you ever forget the elephant sized mastadon

Remember you'll never find the visceral force

I'm just as blinding

Iron Man pulsar ray emitting neon

Freon from a refrigerator full of decapitations

By a man whose hands are cold

Circular saw incision, ipso facto

Exacto blade shave daily bloody razor

Erase the F from fear, add an H for hear, add a T for heart

From the start you want the ending, pretending you're alive

Knowing your marble mouth Marlon Brando mumbles

Will never humble the tag team

Tony Atlas, Rocky Johnson, Rocky the Balboa, Beam, Earl Blaize

And so you know our blades will never be thirsty

No mercy, HP for nonbelievers in the year 4030 AD