In the One Triple Six, Doom crucifix

Esoteric manuscripts, beyond mortal thoughts where the

Languages exist, we then travel minds like

Myths, ancient as the time on your wrist

Ancient as the time on your wrist, the mad scientist

Sacraments divide holy scripts

Babble on in Babylon ‘cause the Most High insist

Carry out His wish then cease to exist

With skies of Goliath back then, a giant walking lands

Like my whole life, I've been here to attack sin

My body is my temple, keep it cleansed

My energy soar from the herbal medicines deep within

My agriculture’s based on the time that I spend

As The Thirteenth Tribe will turn to scribe once again

Like the Sun in the sky, bless and exercise

Next to rise, check the eyes, the retina never lies

Salvation of my course motivates the source

Pure minds link with force, mountainous thoughts

First glimpse of the remains, planet’s DNA drained

Substained, 1999 followed by Purple Rains

Dash space more plus ready for the race wars

To hit the stage more than Mary J. and Faith tours

Wilderness maps to avoid, I ain't having that

Retreat back and destroy all their habitats

Fill in the blanks we at war, so I kill in a tank

Attacking banks, dream schemes that redeem Shawshank

Fifty billion in gold, a rich ballpark frank

I'm doing Superman shit that Mr. Clark Kent can't

With several served, we knocked off a Federal Reserve

Put a rhyme in The Times for editorial words

That read, “The real God has risen from the dead

And the meek shall inherit the Earth,’” is what He said

So be it, you stole gold from the land, now I free it

Gave riches to bitches, drug the humble through trenches

Been Robin Hoods, Rockefeller’s dwellers from Sherwood

They take from the rich and do the poor no good

I live in horror, the poor get poorer, you to blame

So I came in His name with the Torah

Don't look back ‘cause you'll be salty and trapped in Gomorrah

And blinded by this bright-ass light around my aura

In the One Triple Six, Doom crucifix

Esoteric manuscripts, beyond mortal thoughts where the

Languages exist, we then travel minds like

Myths, ancient as the time on your wrist

Ancient as the time on your wrist, the mad scientist

Sacraments divide holy scripts

Babble on in Babylon ‘cause the Most High insist

Carry out His wish then cease to exist

“‘Cause God made his real **** out of dirt” - Sample from Donte on Mood ft. Talib Kweli - “Transmoreify”