Grand Architect

Yeah!
It’s on!
Come on!
Yeah!
The grand architect
I build and destroy
'til ya village is gone…
Listen up!
Yo!
Picture life turned to shit when you saw the world psychotic
Reduce your living standards as you burning for profit
Materialistic objects, tabloids, and nonsense
A verbal dismemberment of several prophets
The toxic pollution of ya body, soulless carcass
Global elites turned our planet to a product
Hypnotic type of schemes, it’s a mind spoof regardless
You living in a bubble or the science proof boxes
While the fire squads shooting at the harmless
The information age in a new critical state
Technology advancements from the sacrilegious hate
Of western civilization continue debates
Creates artificial intelligence to abominate
Mission is to dominate, extinction and depopulate
So focus all your energy into your mind and concentrate
You have to risk it all, forget what you believe
You must know it and confront it wich in order to succeed
Got to stay at least ten steps ahead of enemies
Bang you in the head when I spit on ya crown (yeah!)
I dislodge your jaw with my dick in ya mouth
I rid 'em all out, with an intricate sound
I’m similar to speed of lighting hitting the ground
Bang ya fucking head when we launch the attack
I’m ripping out your guts with your heart still intact (bitch!)
You and I know you ain’t ready for combat
Against this wicked creator of the mad artifacts
This is the motherfucking grand architect
At the Luna moonbase, we discovered new faith
Truth hails from kinetic weapons, smoke, and blue flames
Presidental orders stuck in a suitcase
Satellites in orbit seeing Hellion Cruel’s face
Pursued by eight humanoids but I ain’t the lose the race
Between east and the west 'cus I’ve tied my shoelace
Run a military PACE in a modern police state
Hostility invades back to earth, complete phase
1 and 2, initiate to exploit the human race
Destroy and fumigate for your own selfish cause
You ain’t witnessed tyranny, no blood like menopause
Methamphetamine bars, apply malevolent odds
Chemtrails put it on ya list for Santa Clause
Your dental floss stuck with oil, power, and greed
Devours the weak, life so sour and sweet
My thoughts on the beat during hours of sleep
With the ability to knock down towers with ease
Demonic entities whatever higher powers that be (come on!)
Bang you in the head when I spit on ya crown (yeah!)
I dislodge your jaw with my dick in ya mouth
I rid 'em all out, with an intricate sound
I’m similar to speed of lighting hitting the ground
Bang ya fucking head when we launch the attack
I’m ripping out your guts with your heart still intact (bitch!)
You and I know you ain’t ready for combat
Against this wicked creator of the mad artifacts
This is the motherfucking grand architect
In the depths of the mind insane, we write pain
Blood, sweat and tears, we deprived of our shame
Cuz ever since I was a damn child, I maintained
My position to return a reprisal of hate
Despite what I create, my pen writes down the shapes
With ten times the pace forming letters for my tape
Unleash the chronicle masterpiece the very next day
Ignored by the industry, in meticulous ways
Concealed by mainstream, rejected radio plays
Certain MC’s nowadays wanna be critics
But I’m picking them apart, study undisclosed symptoms
Label my lyrics pretentious you bitches
My vocab’s extensive message in hieroglyphics
Brought you level one, but you still not impressed
You nipple ring MC’s need a bulletproof vest
One shot, one winner in a stab contest
Sources disguised as flat context
The God complex of the grand architect (Yeah!)
Bang you in the head when I spit on ya crown (yeah!)
I dislodge your jaw with my dick in ya mouth
I rid 'em all out, with an intricate sound
I’m similar to speed of lighting hitting the ground
Bang ya fucking head when we launch the attack
I’m ripping out your guts with your heart still intact (bitch!)
You and I know you ain’t ready for combat
Against this wicked creator of the mad artifacts
This is the motherfucking grand architect