This is the General Assembly!

This is the calm before the storm, a lullaby before the bomb

We're gathering the bullets you bullies better be warned

Amilitary might held tight, we grow strong

The rules we turn around and reverse the echelon

We ride into the dawn with cracks and broken bones

We lack what you require but attack what you have known

And that's how we survive in the middle of smoke blown

These raps will now be known as the new Rosetta Stone

Eradicate the fear of a dream we never grab

With pain on our sleeves and weakness on our flag

We kick, push, shoot, stab, right hook, cross, jab

To fight the labels of prostitutes and douchebags

Geeks and gangstas, the priests and pariahs

The damsel in distress and all the self-made messiahs

Scattering the power from the lowest to the highest

It's that we eliminate the bias

Today we fall to the ground, feel the foundation tremble coz

We are starting to assemble

Nothing will remain from all the labels you resemble coz

We are starting to assemble

The walls are coming down, feel the foundation tremble coz

We are starting to assemble

Take away the powers and the levels you resemble coz

We are starting to assemble

Battling the curse of our landscape

Bad names bleeding every soul without a band aid

Pressing every multiple dimension to a pancake

Automatic imagery controlling every mandate, damn wait

Why do we agree upon a handshake?Physical attraction is polluted by the man-made

But before we sink, let's float away and think

We were written off by dummies using temporary ink

Now we're standing at the brink and the victory's elusive

They tell us love is blind coz they decapitated Cupid

Self-abusive, alone within a box

But everyone's connected by the dots

Every particle of us can be ended by a rifle

And every leader can be overthrown by a disciple

We are the anomalies who aim to break the cycle, stop

Coz we don't give a fuck about the titles, drop

The rich man, the poor boy, the bitches and the broken

The foolish, the proper, the silent, the spoken

The beautiful, the mad, to the holy and the bad

To the kid who had a child, and the son who raised a dad

The blessed, the cursed, from the bottom to the first

To the one who paints the world, and the one who writes a verse

We gather every visionary guided by the truth

Welcome to the general assembly, salute!