Bow down to the gods who die in the physical

You're a reject, you're an insect, worshipping false idols

They craving man made materials, at your highest spiritual pinacle, to lord apakalypse you're still minescule

Plain and simple, i am gods hand, cleanse the land

I refuse the offer to be the next messiah to come

A heavy burden, thoughts of impurity, disgusting human flesh

My souls purrpose is to be murdering

I spit god javelins

By the time you hear this, i'm gone time travelling

I communicate with full awareness

Don't be fooled by the distractions

It's beyond rapping

I scribe the last chapter in the book of revelations from the moonbase station

12 x 12 equals a 144000 chosen, walking in a comatose state

Omen scream amen-ra

Ask Jah ****, the death mantra

Form a new rebirth with lord Atma

Masta Buildas. nothing can pass with our say so

A day to god is a thousand years

The first step is for us to go Egypt when the planets align

Rap spit doper than crack

I won't stop spitting until your armor cracks