[Verse 1]

Too many will ignore The Prophecy

The Marx sharper than archery

For odyssey I'm like the blueprint of a robbing spree

Raised in Canarsie, Brooklyn is a part of me

Though i pump the Third World through my artery

And honestly, I'm not the type to conversate

No need to conquer hate I just burn weed and contemplate

Karma awaits, off to the fate of the Fallen Son

Breathing through the harshest slum

Season of the Marxman has begun

I'm deceasing all these fraudulents and crums

Prepare for the genocide

It's best to hide

Appaling craft bars and express them live

My style will surpass yours when the flesh subsides

And I stand alone, on a damaged throne

Home located underground like a catacomb

Smack a clone

Replicate my status

I elevate the masses and deficate on rappers

[Hook]

I paint a picture of the world that you might not like

From what i write, don't believe the hype

I paint a picture of the world that you might not like

But this is life, this can't be right

I paint a picture of the world that you might not like

From day and night, from sound to sound

I paint a picture of the world that you might not like

From what i write, from what i write

[Verse 2]

And now we got paranoia, mind altering drugs

The sound of the euphoric state to prolong the buzz

I go strong and budge into my position deserved

Sick with the word, explicit absurd

This kid is disturbed

Still he emerged from the toxic waste

But got to hide his face and disguise him from despising snakes

My mind escapes, the treasure lies in observation

My aura shines like the Gemini Constellation

The best is born, gaurded like The Pentagon

In present form, i rep whatever ground I'm stepping on

The weapons on

I discipline my actions, the ignorant outlasting

I'm militant in fashion

Brazilian attacking, civilians I'm slashing

I'm surfed like an assassin, Brazilian Magnum

And I craft the text, lead you to the path of death

Surpass the flesh, write until nothing but ash is left