Black Anubis (Higher Learning)

By Beast 1333

On Revelation 13

Released on January 19, 2014

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[Intro]

The real hip-hop is over here

The real hip-hop is over here

The real hip-hop is over here


[Verse]

Ascended Master Leaching Sixth initiation Thirteen bastards Reaching

Universal all Pervading presence of Life as I'm teaching

Rap Mahatma, Maharaja Yogi, meta rap for Fatwa

Knowledge of the Universe in tiny body Credo Mutwa

Rapping Shaman absolutely nothing's what we have in Common

Paleolithic pre-religious practices I teach through rhymin'

Held the Balance, thirteen thousand days as I sat in Silence

Psycopompic Angels whose job is to guide us free from Violence

BLACK ANUBIS turn the other cheek to Kill a kissing Judas

Funny that we all chose Clothes instead of all us Nudist

Brain to shame Us half the lames remain and entertained by Famous

People just like them, but the difference is money out the Anus

Bio-Idols most the planets populations suicidal

Sacrificing children to Fire The Ritualistics vital

Kneel to Molech Organized religions all a bunch of Bullocks

Homosexual clergy, The Priests that are chugging wine in Gullugs

HIGHER LEARNING, Fire climbing higher when the buds are Burning

Exodus of half a billion Running human fleshy Vermin

Leave us Squealing Worshiping the Golden Calf's the fakest Feeling

Alpha Draconus is on Us their soldiers faces Peeling

Clock is Lunar Purely physical afflictions happened Sooner

Rare and astonishing Geniuses Brains and veins Computers

Interlinking, heart is beating, muscles twitching, eyes are blinking

Trying to keep a step ahead away from what these guys are thinking

Solar Mantis, 30,000 Leagues at Least to reach Atlantis

Mermen of Warrior Class with their beards as long as Santas

Blast to fight us, songs will make us Viral as Conjunctivitis

Death will come to those who chose to take a stand you can't divide us

Murder Persians Plato's prize pupils name was Aristotle

Submerged civilizations that fit inside a Bottle

Wicked Beast Man, roam the city in the Eastland

Sir Francis Bacon, they faking it more than C-Span

Faking it more than she can, arching it at the Vertebrae

I speak the Truth, condensing it tons of It, some have Heard of Me

Government want to murder Me, Government want to see me Got

Puff steamy Pot Demon Barber Killer like i'm Sweeney Todd

Connect to Dark and in the vastness of it all's a single Spark

Our Moods & Behaviors and Movements is guided by the Heart

It gently weeps so many cases of Paralysis of Sleep

Inducing hypnosis, he post as he host the Most Unique

They often Choose, the ones with winning attitudes that never Lose

They look for clues, Sloppy in the Slippy, Slappy, Sloshy, Slew

Misconstrued American Surveillance apparatus Feud

Chanting and Nude, paranormal metaphysicalist dude

My Flow Supreme and engineered to yank you out your Waking Dream

Invisible Magnetic Force to lure me closer to 13

There's 33 Vertebrae that line the spine inside of Me

The time has come i bid you Adieu come and say Goodbye to Me


[Outro]

The real hip-hop is over here

The real hip-hop is over here

The real hip-hop is over here

The real hip-hop is over here

The real hip-hop is over here

The real hip-hop is over here