Exertions Remix

You get split in fucking half The Ikon the Hologram wrath But I am the center inside the placenta of math You clash with cyanide gas and die fast Rythmical equivalent of solids, liquids and gas We smash your science, with the power of Lord Titus But I am the virus inside of the iris of Cyrus Upon papyrus I kill snipers and body vipers And strangle you with the organs of rioters who try to fight us Call me your highness And sip the blood from the phoenix Who's guilty like the Jews in the crucifixion of Jesus Murder the heathens And perish in a pit of cobras Word is bond, my rhymes form into a swarm of locusts Provoke us And face the Zodiac killers Five Samurai, do or die, fire spitters Heavy hitters, from the lands of Sudan Killadel Shambala Ikon the Hologram What? [Virtuoso] All religions fear ?Miguel? My strikes are fatal, to your style That's infantile like prenatal Your mic's a child That's getting fucked by a wild pedophile