Cipher Serpent - Recliptor Electronix

Preaching to the masses as a leader of rats Leading the undefeated to circle the ground March of the irrelevant, concatenated Bringing the mass psychosis in production Meet thy maker through clearance of lies The bloodstream screams, cut me open Meet thy maker through clearance of lies In silence I scream As hope leaves my body, I lay there shaking To maintain this way is not an option I have This conflict I have been fighting Earth and bone will once again, once again reunite A worldwide craving, that needs to be stilled With a mouth of filth, I see how it turns around Blindness feeds the ever growing void We take the last breath of freedom Salvation Don't let it happen Objection This is not what we searched for Meet thy maker through clearance of lies The bloodstream screams, cut me open Meet thy maker through clearance of lies In silence I scream As hope leaves my body, I lay there shaking To maintain this way is not an option I have This conflict I have been fighting Earth and bone will once again, once again reunite

(Lord jamar) First up it's the nuts up, what's up To the niggas from the projects Prospect park in brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team Just freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of mcs If you're wack we got the right to seize He's black like ultra, know your culture Motherf**kers don't know so they won't grow Lord jamar show and prove the rules I kick Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get Or how rigid, niggas still get it I kill wicked motherf**kers with the rhymes that I structures In my third eye, know you heard i Study math like a mathmatician See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down serge (Serge) You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin From another dimension, did I mention That funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop Goin all out, have to seal these motherf**kers fate On a mission from cleveland, ridin it from outta state So ready yourself because it's on full scale I heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelle Now rule, that's where we scheme and we plot On the late night, blunted in the basement with sadat And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum And serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite (Maestro manny) I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one *? i'll bad bad and I'll run? * Original flatbush style, and solo jam Like beep han solo man Yes-a, mr.intellect-and-sex in the flesh I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest Maestro manny one, time come in My?????? scab when they go flurry You don't concern me, your style can't burn me You's about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernie My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins After thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin I don't give a f**k about your section, just watch your murder flexin Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion 6' 1", two weaves and cocked diesel You can see that hair is curly, ain't no f**kin up like??? See!!!! *Interlude* (Snagglepuss) When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt Even the hard niggas will be yellin "that's enough" But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf You wanna battle? here's what happened to the last kid His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin So bring all the flunkies you roll with So when I set it on your ache, you all be like "oh shit!" You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion (Sadat x) Feel the wind blow thru your hair My aim is square on your backbone You're home alone and your mom work the double shift Just enough time for me to hit that off "Bounce on a nigga" said my man wop Peace to the squad, one-eighth, fo' and teepee, check it I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street On some casual shit, even my kid could flip Hear me on the wop tape bam!! hit em Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin Peace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose in Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word My man joon with the 'erb to the moon Eh shawn black, nigga, where ya at? No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema This is x and I'm straight from the rule

Evolution of weakness, an elegy for leaders A mournfull tone colours you, the shade of grey defines you As a gentle caress I unfold the words of righteousness Untruths incarnated, you're choking, asphyxiated Lies, let it guide you Filth, I will show you the way Leading, leading and forcing you Every day, goes by, day after day, same as yesterday Every night, the same, feeling rises up Broken, beaten The truth was supposed to set you free Reverse or forward, the truth was supposed to set you free It takes forever to communicate the storms You fight back not to unleash the hordes A broken promise, a meaning with no substance Oh how you regret the trust, regret Lies, let it guide you Filth, I will show you the way Leading, leading and forcing you Every day, goes by, day after day, same as yesterday Every night, the same, feeling rises up

This is the closing line for you my friend Day after day degenerated by the will of my hand Havoc surrounds my path It forms the shape for you to follow Now what's left in you is fear Feel the slow collapse breaking out inside The cold comes creeping upon you my dear I make you obsolete, soon gone, there is no turning back I'm possessed by the search, in purity I will wander Driven by the urge, leave my head let me reap once more again Oh, number forty seven There is no heaven, but I bring you serenity Now, countless days you've tried There is no meaning, I bring you home to the god's Terminal I'm not alone, I'm not my self I feel the dark reign, I see the lights go out I'm not alone, I'm not my self I don't need to know why, I just need it, to stop I'm possessed by the search, in purity I will wander Driven by the urge, leave my head let me reap once more again Oh, number forty seven There is no heaven, but I bring you serenity Now, countless days you've tried There is no meaning, so don't breath, I bring you peace, I bring you home to the god's Terminal