The Five Perfect Exertions - Vinnie Paz, Chief Kamachi, Virtuoso

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 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 bits 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