Resurrected Spirit guide me/
Trapped in the body of man/
Physical Flesh representing the spiritual death/
Sons of Enoch/
I walk with a hood, coated/
Encoded in my own Mystery/
History I see as somebody before me/
Human minds hidden in computer circuitry/
Never the one/
To shudder under pain/
Undercover, you're living a lie/
Deliver your soul to El-Shaddai/
Bounded by the shackles of conscience/
Over launches/
Like the pilot of Pontius/
In the marshes of inner-darkness/
I spark, pulling political minds like Marxists/
Polemical/
Apologetic ability/
It's killing me to see a wack MC upon the podium/
I'll break a faker like linoleum/
I'll tear your flesh/
And rip your bone apart like Napoleon/
Chorus:
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Atom tha Immortal, A.I./
Military advanced/
Gladiator machinery/
The genetically enhanced/
"Physical configuration in Spacetime"/
"Software emulation of a man's mind"/
...I represent the Son of Man/
While your actions aligning better with a pentagram/
Gematria/
Delivering the long lost Seer/
I strike like the 7th son of Caesar/
Towering like the Pisa/
Over the land that's been abandoned/
Since the last man demanded to understand it/
Like Leibniz and Descartes/
Ripping apart/
Your wack pseudo-philosophical fallacy rampart/
The braveheart of this artform/
Asking the hardcore/
Who's gonna be the first feeling the hard floor/
I make a head spin like cardboard/
Bracing yourself/
You want more, here's an encore/
Punk/
Gunning guerilla rhyme/
You find yourself dealing with a mind/
From another Spacetime continuum/
When you die it'll be nothing but strife/
You'll have to face the one you've disobeyed your whole life/
(Chorus)
I leave circles when I walk/
Never looking back/
Facing the fact/
Physical aggression's gripping me/
Like a government of tyranny over the populace/
I conquer continents of prominance/
Spiritual dominance/
My mental stance is of confidence/
Not in myself, but in the LORD and his promises/
Suckled by a she-wolf like I was Romulus/
Moving my troops like Chairman Mao moving the Communists/
Underground synonymous with little audience/
It seems/
Sitting in my room/
Trying to make my life like my dreams/
But it don't seem/
Like it's gonna be happening soon/
So I meditate and await the Earth's doom/
Man, I've been rocking songs/
Like Osama Bin Laden's been plotting/
On dropping a bomb on the Pentagon/
From the House of Romanov/
I'm sipping Molotov cocktails/
And living water out of Holy Grails.
