The Five Perfect Exertions (Feat. Vinnie Paz, Chief Kamachi, Virtuoso & Esoteric)

The crushing weight of the Tyrant's
Passage had left nothing unmarked

You gettin' split in fucking half
By Ikon the Hologram's wrath
But I am the center inside
The placenta of math
You clash with cyanide gas and die fast
Rhythmical 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 biting 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
Killadelph, Shambhala, Ikon the Hologram
What!?

Who's convoluting thoughts in self
This corpse and I know I spent
To the opening of a similar rift
And it's lost in a different set free
Scimitar for street a mention
Didn't ask for this world
It was complimentary to my righteous entry
We fit on the tree of life and consciousness
We get complex it's my last phrase
The message was colder air
With the appropriate pen
Dress a side with colored gin
Descending on a capital I can
Leave respect for the moon
Let the sun shine behind
I meditate to attain a state
Of nirvana with finer minds
And the mind is too with yoga
Stretching to China
Then ponder on the wisdom from
The old comedic genre
It's the master builder
Seen many jewels to fill ya
Control your lower spirit desires
They might kill ya
Our old mortars, talk out of street thesaurus
Take you into the chorus through
The glass eye of Horus

He had been the biggest
Juggernaut in human history
Rolling over everything: over governmental
Form, over rituals
Over religions casual and religions intense

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
With blond crests like guys spit violence
Pectoral so suck my genitals you punk bitch
I'm the general
Concocting verbs out of chemicals
Leave you bloody like menstrual
Cycles, my rap rifle blasts open
Any beat you throw
Virtuoso flows like an ocean
Through an archipelago

At a glance, yo
My battle stance rattles camps
Like an avalanche
Crabs don't have a chance, you sycophants
Spend your cash advance grabbin' a lance
To try to joust with the conqueror
Stompin' the pawns that sponsor ya
Onto the crucifix i chew ya crew to bit's
Like Mueslix or computer chips
Who can diss the pugilist? Rappers tried
And now they calcified up in formaldehyde
Your valves canals divide i scalp hides
My names italicized to chastise
Replicants in Nexus 6's excellence
Present tense malevolence
Devastating regiments
Ever since I supplied a diatribe of cyanide
You revised whom you idolize
I finalize death threats
You recollect the Esoteridactyl
Court is now in session, mothafucker
Drop the gavel

Knowledge is self taught to
Be defining me spiritual

Like oracles at Delphi when
They're spoken to
Mortals refer to me as Hatshepsut
For exposing the secrets of the
Sands while I'm blessing you
My presence here is principle
Like Kemetic philosophies
Of reparations and for payment
Of stolen legacy so hail, homie
To Army of the Pharoah
Like Ma'at I seek truth through the tarot
Choosing the teachings of 'Nezzar over
That of the devil
And trading places with Sankofa to
Hear my ancestors echo
Commanding thoughts that the facts
That led me to the holy
Near the temple of Karnak

The old voice did not completely
Mask an underlying violence
Knowing that such individuals would
Be linked by
Powerful bonding lines not readily available
To the common awareness others might observe
Such linkages and plot the consequences
But the linked ones would
Dance to unconscious music