That verse versus the virus
Adverse curses unite us
(HEEDING THE SACRED WORD)
Like Horus and Osiris
With blood shed on papyrus
(BEATING THE SACRED drum)
We make these sacrifices so ya'll can taste salvation
Building anew upon this foundation
Body and blood embodied in words and music
(READING THE ANCIENT WORDS)
So this bloody body of work's a holy communion
(CALLING THE ANCIENT ONES)

[MF DOOM]
Gaia, read it. The verse and the scriptures. Hit you with the deadliest viruses, get ya. Too many liars in the mix. Fires, desires burn in their frames like pictures. She say 'no, what you mean? Believe that.' Love, respect, honor. Two-fourth aqua-blue sun dress. Shot by true confessions, take one guess. Like a long look in the mirror, scarier. See yourself clearer than the war on terror. Try to forewarn us, keep it up and you're gone from here to the four corners. Or spin into a new fate: Just can't wait two minutes past due date. The truth will make you zoom higher, gone free and we can all sing kumbaya on key

That verse versus the curses and cursed the first is word and the last is what earth is
That verse versus the curses immersed in the first word in it's “perfect" purpose
That verse nursed and nourished in the husk of those that perished in the dusk by those opposed to the throws of broken lyrics

(Imparted) with joy and suffering, empty stomachs, aching haunches, and peaceful endings
Just transcend it
Taste it with us
Verses pregnant with divine presence

The verse versus the virus. The curse of broken eyelids
A gift to those that I hit with words purpose and fire
The hurt converts to knowledge about the highest
Storytellers are good diets. So do the science right. List the numbers and math. You can't deny the plan, 5 is the number of man, 5 is the number again. Combine them, the number is 10
5 wounds, two hands, one side, two legs
God damn, never said for emphasis
I'm saying God please damn this man-made wretchedness, diseased and lecherous
Bombs over Baghdad
Bombs over Texas in the form of capital sentences, unnatural medicines
Or burning bushes that refuse to be consumed by hate
Abuse those that consume by day
At night there’s more cause for alarm
I’m Crucified with pen and sword daggers in either palm
And the beat goes on