Like Virgil, the way will be paved, slay the charade which preys upon the weak an grey
Thrust the holy blade upon Hell's legions, siege them
Unleash them, the flame of my creation, burning all forms of sensation
Erase the dark, whilst lighting the spark
Bathe in the blood of demonic arches,
impaling arrows in their skulls, these archers
My words are like necromancy
Chaotic, neurotic, and twisted yet still fancy ~
Dark and morbid, shoving my lance through the hearts of kings like Mordred ~

More dread, as my knights caress and embrace the lace that holds tight the membrane, shielding the vein, not in vain,
holding the fort to sustain, a pen & mic
With great magnitude, cleansing the stained,
Rewriting the game,
From the ink expunged by this metallic frame
Moving fast, nomad, no stash, no drip ~
except for the ink powering these lips
Will do a dope flip,
With one crack of the Balrog's whip
An eclipse
More scripts I equip, an equip ~

HOOK-
Kingdoms on fire, palaces sacked,
Shadowed to the game ~
Yo I'm taking it back
Parrying flak, moving up the brackets
A fully metal jacket when you try to attack it

Scribing ancient code, shattering cathode~
Warping the flow, dismantling thrones~
Claymore, cutting throats ~
All these fuckers, gone below
When the ajna is shown,
It's in these bones~
All of this, I do alone ~

Every step an inferno,
The calculations thermal,
Ergo, conducting war-ballads
like a machine gun concerto
I make sure she's fertile
Before hatching my spawn,
for one last momento
Every track is a manifesto
Each joint a crescendo
Breaking bokken like Kendo
Overdosing on senzu ~
As this Ki reaches a new level ~
High literature, scribing in my temple ~
Conducting a seance on Callisto
Elusive
As I if I peaked, and never stopped in the quattrocento ~
All my novellas on hardcopy
Leaving your mind in a state of entropy
No trophy, settling upon the chaos emerged,
still comfy, as civilization is deterred
The beat and I, merged
Breaking laws of reality,
ABSURD
As I charge into the fray
Conjuring a cosmic blight,
Leaving all opposition purged
The dark knight's blade
With ancient rhyme it surged
And thus through a wall of thumping drums
and a sea of words, from the flames, Virtual's axe emerged