Nephilim collaboration will burn the discs we record...
Overlords of rhyme, translating time in our rhyme in every line
As the spinal nerve swerves to allow ginger root to take root
So we spit brimstone and soot
Torn muscle tissue is their minuscule issue as we take lies then refute
Our intellectual prowess takes wisdom and impute
Righteous character, is an automatic impression
We bring forth time loops of Quantum Worm Holes
And tell humans it’s a blessing
Learn the lesson I’m confessing
For the only true method of progressing
Is to fall to the pits of hell and momentarily be digressing
Take your flesh and impress
Smoke some POWER KUSH from the stars
Forget Cosmic Star bursts or Mars bars
Our articulation ALONE cause inter-galactic scars