[Verse 1: Metropolis]

Sumo, flow's bone shattering, slow dab the pen

Homes, back again, unravelling Cluedo

Pseudo-psycho P.I clocks travelling cloak and dagger men

Bag the prints, captured under black light - halogen

Snag the swag bag, back to the lab, the hideout

Back in a flash, counting the cash stack in the lighthouse

Good or bad, two sides of the same coin, same loin

Brother from another mother, veins joined

Plain toying with wordplay, words spray off the diaphragm

Feynman diagrams erased trace of a higher plan

He enquired "Dang." Thug on his case, ran, caught

Scuffle ensued, gun in his face, click, fired... jammed

I guess the Messiah scams

Jesting at us miniscule fucks measuring time in sand

Rhyming slang, the camera pans back the gameboard

Bishop F8 takes Queen B4, day falls



[Verse 2: Vulgatron]

This ain't no follow the North Star, night light calligraphy

Scene set, more like Predator versus Predator

Find myself invisible, play your tendons like an old oud

Fellow to no realm walk with no foot to speak of

Some said he was here, cold carvings on an old stone

Most were oblivious 'til his whispers chilled their sold bones

No sight to behold, no effigy, no spared thought

Soul born of ash, the globe silenced as he strolled home

One touch, monotone were the screams

Legion of the spirit brought forth with through dreams

Monitored

He travelled through shadows, the black string puppeteer

Left with no trace, reverse big bang, we touch cloth

I revel, suspend tension, not animation

Pause, replace thoughts of sanctity with pure rage

Distilled peace in it's purest form injected

My veins writhe callously, somewhat vacant like your new face



[Verse 3: Strage U]

Diablo, emerging from devilish black piano note

Deadliest black hand on your throat, a black antelope

Black animal flow, pow, a black calico

As black as your soul, black hand trapped in snow

Frost bitten, lost kitten, a boss Hominian

A god swimming in sin, living within an villains skin

The man is dead, but walks the earth like his manners fled

His plan's to wreck, span the globe like Rihanna's head

Sky diving, riding a Bison

Try fly in time with the high rising Leviathan

The truth is out there, but wich guy will you buy from

The livest firebomb, Time Warner or Viacom

Be silent, calm, it's salvation of firearm

Make noise so the people know the real hype of the tribal drum

The time has come, it's ride or die time for some

Hide your guns, tonight we vibe as one