[Intro]
Release the convicts and drop the bombs it's
Sound the alarm, it's the final conflict.
[Verse 1]
I used to think God conflicts had one victor
But as the world gets sicker I realise
That the Final Conflict has no victor
The Sword of the Lictor paints the picture
This pen could change the scripture
This gat could maim and split ya
If the drum track is the pulse, the orchestra is playing your heart strings
The needle touch the record, a sharp sting
The total blackness like my stainless steel lung from smoking cactus
This ain't Inside the Actors Studio with James Lipton
These are deranged visions, brain twist addiction
From a man on an insane mission trying to change the game, listen
Splitting skulls like cliff divers jumping drunk head first
Pull gats from the ground and get around on this dead earth
Versus insurmountable odds with trillions of dollars annually gone on account of the fraud
And they counted apartments of the Lord, houses of God
When thousands are hard and meals are getting thrown in the garbage
And we spoil rotten little children shot in broad daylight
And the cradle of civilization is chopping off c*******es, it ain't right
And our natural green sources crumble, watch as they fall
We harness the Sun's energy like Sergeant Kamal in Bangladesh
Like monumental structures like Louis Khan
On a search for my architect like his b****** son
Pass the gun, the V to the I onto the T-U-O-S-O
See you, wouldn't wanna be you
Cause we move flows like rocks in Río Piedras
Called ?, got nailed to a cross but V is no saviour
My voice dance like my feet cause V isn't ?
? m************ run from the big bang
The gang shake your hand then shoot at you all
Preach peace with a s*****ic streak, the Buddhist Saddam
Unusual calm in the face of total devastation
Society's facing, wrestling implosion like the Greco-Romans
Check the omen, we take back what they've stolen
Eat and strapped in Iraq, we're back home
Big bangs exploding, it's the Final Conflict
[Outro]
Sound the alarm, it's the final conflict
Release the convicts and drop the bombs it's.
It's big bang, now who wants?
Born ready, my machete, blue sky, black death
Born ready, get torn by my machete
Presumed ? lost in the madness
Born ready, get torn by my machete
Brandish a weapon or get dropped to the canvas
Born ready, get torn by my machete
Double trouble, triple sickness plus genocide
I'm born ready, get torn by my machete
Double trouble, triple sickness plus genocide.
Release the convicts and drop the bombs it's
Sound the alarm, it's the final conflict.
[Verse 1]
I used to think God conflicts had one victor
But as the world gets sicker I realise
That the Final Conflict has no victor
The Sword of the Lictor paints the picture
This pen could change the scripture
This gat could maim and split ya
If the drum track is the pulse, the orchestra is playing your heart strings
The needle touch the record, a sharp sting
The total blackness like my stainless steel lung from smoking cactus
This ain't Inside the Actors Studio with James Lipton
These are deranged visions, brain twist addiction
From a man on an insane mission trying to change the game, listen
Splitting skulls like cliff divers jumping drunk head first
Pull gats from the ground and get around on this dead earth
Versus insurmountable odds with trillions of dollars annually gone on account of the fraud
And they counted apartments of the Lord, houses of God
When thousands are hard and meals are getting thrown in the garbage
And we spoil rotten little children shot in broad daylight
And the cradle of civilization is chopping off c*******es, it ain't right
And our natural green sources crumble, watch as they fall
We harness the Sun's energy like Sergeant Kamal in Bangladesh
Like monumental structures like Louis Khan
On a search for my architect like his b****** son
Pass the gun, the V to the I onto the T-U-O-S-O
See you, wouldn't wanna be you
Cause we move flows like rocks in Río Piedras
Called ?, got nailed to a cross but V is no saviour
My voice dance like my feet cause V isn't ?
? m************ run from the big bang
The gang shake your hand then shoot at you all
Preach peace with a s*****ic streak, the Buddhist Saddam
Unusual calm in the face of total devastation
Society's facing, wrestling implosion like the Greco-Romans
Check the omen, we take back what they've stolen
Eat and strapped in Iraq, we're back home
Big bangs exploding, it's the Final Conflict
[Outro]
Sound the alarm, it's the final conflict
Release the convicts and drop the bombs it's.
It's big bang, now who wants?
Born ready, my machete, blue sky, black death
Born ready, get torn by my machete
Presumed ? lost in the madness
Born ready, get torn by my machete
Brandish a weapon or get dropped to the canvas
Born ready, get torn by my machete
Double trouble, triple sickness plus genocide
I'm born ready, get torn by my machete
Double trouble, triple sickness plus genocide.