[Intro - Samples]

"We can't leave him here, the hyenas will tear him apart"

"I use no special effects, this microphone I have in my hand is not a special mic, it's a standard stock mic, and I turn the volume up to an ear-screeching level"

"I like that"

"I know that guy"

"What's your opinion?"

"I think you should be down with this!"

"Yo, this is only the beginning"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can dig it!"

"Can you draw a picture of something only you can see?"

"Check this out"

[Verse]

Fresh from the pit of death, been adept

Since the tape deck ate your Memorex

Spitting image of Mac from Punch Out on NES

In еffect, back looking for a glass chin to check

The way Goliath hit thе deck? Picturesque

Vicious Left; With respect, gotta give to get any threat

Posed, I'll assess and address

Even when my flesh is covered with sweat rivulets

The kids are all right, dipped in God's light

Did my job even when I slipped and lost sight

The stage show was something like a mystagogue's rite

Just let the rhythm hit 'em like a sniff of raw white

Or better yet, a bright idea that's fully formed

In the King's labyrinth, grabbing bulls by the horns

It's all praise due always, to the highest

That brings the prideful low and uplifts the pious

Little flower, the war drums are getting louder

Disavow the ones that prey on the dis-empowered

On Earth stationed, say something worth saying

Simple truth or Earth-shaking; Either or

Both and, bandaging limbs from prior wars

Both hands calloused from mining for Iron ore

The propagandists crying for blood are killing me

Don't sacrifice moral right for stability

Ill-at-ease, that's a losing game

I begged her not to move in the now based on future gains

Eventually, that'll boomerang

I know the pen's mightier than a sword forged by Tubal-cain

What becomes of the broken-hearted?

The broken spirits, the broke and starving

Smoke and mirrors in a Sulfur garden

We got safety nets with gaping holes

Don't mistake your narrow lens for the greater whole

Horatio

While some move and shake spearheading our collective fate, others pay the toll

On roads' paved with skulls, post violent force

Empire's aren't built with scraps from the Dollar Store

Tangled woven webs, carrots dangled overhead

The whole thing'll fall apart if you pull a thread

Each vying for a slice of the pie graph

Watching time pass where the blind lead the blind at