These rhythms can't deface me

Hot rhythms stimulate me

Can't help but swing it boy

Swing it brother swing

Don't stop the beat that's

slapped this foolish brat

Come on swing me boys

Swing it brother swing

Word up let's take 'em to war son

Show 'em how it should be done

It's real God

Yeah Yeah

Stimulate the brain cells

Check it Check it

Yo Killarmy bounty killers

Industry kid shivers

Shells up through your liver

Dead corp float the rivers

Murderous style is superior from Shaolin to Nigeria

Stalking through the monitor

With the wisdom for dynamical fessor (?)

Lyrical kid in processor

Nat Turner was my militant ancestor

I capture your mind put in isolation

Control the soul automation

Victims became mechanical slaves again

Read the East Coast historian

As you oppose this

Your walking dead soldiers can't get close to this

I be splitting shit like Moses

Then celebrate with Guns 'n Roses

I turn soundtracks into startracks

My tongue is symbolic to an axe

I used to be caught up in the world of Mad Max

Now come against the consequence of the 9th Prince

I sit upon my throne and chop off domes

Then send them home to your peoples

So they can sew 'em

Thoughts I generate like high forms of energy

My brain's energetic

Ultramagnetic synthetic

Burn like oil

High octane let it drain upon the Shao