* released in limited quantities to promote The Future is Now
[Verse 1]
When you enter my house of worship
Ya crucifix I doubt it only Christianity
Y`all recognize this my man Christ album
Flip the pages of Isis Papers killin` racist
Federal agents, roll up rockin` masks with they techs
Computer matrix classified access throw on ya gas mask
The devil`s bash flash reflected off the lights gats blast
(Hopes to those) Leavin` ya inner deep with ya chromosomes blown
Roamin` the catacombs of the phantom zone
(Ask yourself) How can we obtain true equality
When the value and price of life is less than technology?
They tryna call this a civil-ization
But what the hell is civilized about buildin` weapons and space stations
Cease and just call it what it really is
A technologically barbaric society like the Ancient Romans
I see the writing on the wall
The devil killed the righteous man
but now the rest`ll take the savage beast to war
[Verse 2]
Remember rules of ancient, crusty like basements, study like spaceships
Ain`t no probin` wid metal processors temperature placements
Teeth of a dragon, face of a lion
Children of Zion half bleeds who defacate iron
Burnt in flames we firin` robots and the bible insane
Unknown intelligence son to the sun we`re astral residents
Bigger than rap let`s make this album decadence
Turn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel Aviv
Buildin` the food pyramid type heart with the left plate
Confess stay, raw like stones on my breastplate
It seems to me they all had hands in Nazi thievery
It`s ninety six brothers use brains at low frequencies
One time for sharp kids, killers do biblical
There`s two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical
Break through, I be on the search for other niggaz
Race haters and prostitutes just as sinful as jail niggaz
[Verse 3]
Accept the phat beats that`s filled with ghetto philosophy
Beatlovers and derelicts plus servant stenographers
The way they take my words to the throat and dictate `em
To they man, like they was in the lab and just made `em
From scratch but we can catch you on that parade
Cause in the end you sound like wax
That ten other emcees made
I`m throwin` shade to the willow
When you weepin` on the pillow
We`ll know when it`s time for finger prints
To be rubbed out with Brillo skills
Go through changes includin` cats that rearrange `em
So if you hold my skills for ransom better kill `em fore I claim `em
I don`t see Jehovah tellin` you that it ain`t over
My carb take the eye of the storm, through this soldier
Sworn to defend the faith rap monk in New Tibet
If you want the holy doctrine tell `em we this crew to get
Now who`s next, uh, it`s Non-Phixion, Non-Phixion
