[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