The scent of danger   takes me to the edge of panic   now I'm caught   in the plot   that was thought up   satanic like Mayo  -Dayo,   daylight comes and I wanna get home before I'm burnt by the sun.     I wanna be free in peace love and harmony,   but my veranda be vanishing like carbon see  check the scripture   a picture emerges now its shined   with the twelfth sign of the seventh sturgeons.   And the first is a sleeper   steeped in the force of the dark side   is striked but hold up hell horse.   And the source be above the law like Sir Gal.   The thought of their stare raised my hair like the dog.   Now he stalks where I walks   setting soldiers at the border   and hopes to catch Gueverra actin outta order.   And the fact is I was kidnapped   thrown in the back of the   unmarked van destination unknown   in league with the entry got an Oliver Stone.   We're starting revolutions   33 and 1/3,   you're mine now,   was all I heard.    In the jurisdiction marked of the prediction,   cuz the truth stranger than fiction   from the get go  the watcher said so   beware   Sgt. Stiletto.    J Gueverra takes the fifth to those who would drag me under   like coyote to roadrunner,   now the population faces incarceration   while select serpents reach   certain circles of illumination.  Looking over my shoulder,   I'm seeing shadows on the walls.   I'm turning pallid at the thoughts of the gallows.   Seven gables zooming for me cant neglect the connection,   Seven are the sides on the cross on the pendulum,   Stiletta, the name of the nemesis Gueverra,   I'm trapped in the labyrinth.   Assassins be passing me and I amongst their midst,   before my name is known I slip into the mist,   I exist   the Specialist   who persists   to vent the secret entrance I decipher the hieroglyphs   TADA the creek before reveals a door VOILA   and I emerge into the crypt.    In the jurisdiction marked of the prediction,   cuz the truth stranger than fiction   from the get go  the watcher said so   beware   Sgt. Stiletto.     Now I'm strapped to the rack and the terrors on,   God damn   I feel like the man from the marathon,   I gotta bust out or I'm Dustin like Hoffman   and I feel like the mino shit I'm lost.  The little keys unlock the mysteries unknown,   I roam these catacombs like Jones.   I float like a butterfly   see revenge like superfly   and I got high   be on like sky.   I'm making a date with the undertaker   as Stiletta sends me   out to meet my maker.   I charge that cigar that comes like Kool-Aid   and I bust through the wall like a Big Jim Slim.   You trip the switch and you fall through the trap,   your friends are falling in and you can't get em back,   there's a dragon underground you heard the bellow,   beware   Sgt. Stiletto.    In the jurisdiction marked of the prediction,   cuz the truth stranger than fiction   from the get go  the watcher said so   beware.