peel the skin and then I squeeze The real imprinted Hanse's disease Not human in this century, I'm ill until the entity Who built this penitentiary,
I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams My coke organization still infestin' the land No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas
... Medical examiners are detectives, who forensically sift through a body of evidence It's rarely simple, as you can see...the organs are on the inside
are already here Demons and Beasts have established Strategic Places they've pointed out In order to begin the Invasion Battlefields have been built
are mine I will tell you a story that's never been told I will tell you a secret five lifetimes old My life has been a prison A labyrinth built beneath
, a smell of rotten woods In the mud, aren't you afraid? Hidden by the clouds, a pallid sun on a November day An expedition organized to go and see what
and the radiation from your cellphone Demon clones chromosomes and yet we all condone Mass production equals depletion of the ozone Consumerism causin death to organisms
t see the beast into my inner soul ah Welcome to my building, come and meet the newest owner Out a coma, I'm a different type of organ donor Different
so many goblins in my life (oh my lord) vibrate through the fog and then some dragging bent circuits on a short leash like organ grinder primates
I gave it up for music and the free electric band I went to school in hand-washed shirts with neatly ordered hair And the school was big and newly built
ass To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast We used to takin' niggas' custies and leave they set up on tilt And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
to help finance the KKK Ending oil protests with executions Nigeria belongs to Shell Pepsi dealt with the oppressive regimes in the Phillipines to build
the moon shape is in a quarter Twenty heads just got slaughtered from the stress of a deep organ Check the laws of Orca, the holy token's how we built
Black drug dealer, you have to wise up And organize your business so that we can rise up If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool Organize your money
dark December I am alone Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock I am an Island [ organ ] I've built
lines, counting lines, counting lines So don't look at me and sneer 'cause I'm nothing like you The difference is clear, I'm your nigger you built with
You have the emergence in human society Of this thing that's called the State What is the State? The State is this organized bureaucracy It is the police
store For you, in this era, this mic's still a terror My scripts consist of printed parchness I gave the apple to eve and she ate it Built the pyramids