[Verse 1: Illuminati Congo]

Masta Buildas always spitting that brutal shit

To free your mind from the down-crust's tutelage

Rulership of foolishness, gotta move in coolessness

You's a bitch, if you just talkin' but you ain't doin' shit

The illusion loosens, it's hold when our music hits

No mark of the beast, no injecting, no computer chips

No white Jesuses, dead on the crucifix

My cutlass will make your whole body through the splits

Split in half vertically when I cut through this shit

Like [?] shoot the tech undo his necks

Who is next? To step up, get super suplexed

By the Olmec, Toltec, Melchizedeks

Breathe the breath of life into these beings of flesh

To bring about resurrection and delete the death

We connect, we gods of the secret sect

See the mass of astral monuments we erect

We the sacred geometric architects

Of the whole universe, I'm Ptahhotep

Don't forget, you thought what you get

You get where your thought invests, what your heart projects

[Verse 2: Apakalypse]

My fists fly at the speed of light, precise on target

I take life, fist of the mantis stick out like spiked bats

Porcupines, gigantic cactus, Apakalypse battles Galactus

Bash all them heathens, seeing in X-ray vision

The future is here right now, what you gonna do about it?

Drink blood at the altar, in the name of the heavenly father

Dimensional beings bringing upon hell on earth Ragnarok, hell is hot

Don't tell me you forgot I wanna decapitate you, fuck licking off shots

I see everything in patterns, I destroyed the outer planets

And created the rings of Saturn, chaos theory and relativity

So vividly and masterful, the most merciful is merciless

Nevertheless, have you seen all the spaceships yet?

We now have tho suns, you sheeple are the same as trained chimpanzees

Now go run! Into mega death, there is not much time left

[Verse 3: Beast 1333]

When I arrived with the 33, vertebrates aligned the spine

The closest that you come to eating human flesh is eating swine

Information, cyber-crime, identities in hyperton

Bring together flocks of the people to crush they power down

To your fate, sell you from the inside in a gated pit

The radio turned to batting cages, cause you gotta pay to hit

The smell of shit, wafting from the aviary that you breathing at

Whatever they put into you rebuke it, don't believe in that

We master time and exercise your mind, it's like you playing simon

Hanging on for dear life, like slipping when you glacier climbing

Super future, ancients rhyming, slaves are chanting Kali Maa

Praise the predalute star, we stranded on Gomazoa

Won't take it lightly, travel out of body, it's a little tricky

All you devil sons of Satan, fuck your little nickies

All eradicated, decapitated, your style is dated

We are the slated the underrated, the ones who made it