[Ikon the Hologram]   Enter the eye of the storm   Rappers just battle me for the glory   It gets gory   They shitty like suppositories, that's the end of the story   Bury his body in Missouri   Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories   My territory, perimeter of pergatory   Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click   Circulatory   Causing head spasms   Rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm   Hologram has 'em and walks through the holy arches   Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness   Death is upon us   We slam like Adrian Adonis   Swarm on the warm blood like malicious pirahnas   Islamic Bombers, no contender is parallel   When I'm on paper, devestate 'em like 7L   So where I dwell, without question rattles the league   Left you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue   Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps   Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax      *break*      [Jus Allah]   I inhale toxins   Drunk off blood from dead cops and   The watchman, that kill us in this maze we locked in   Side Cobra Clutch, only truth can sober us   Wild 'cause we know there's no Jehovah watching over us   Only 10 percent that's controlling us   Try to take our souls from us, while the state patrolling us   Caged in we break barriers, change to new areas   Dodgin' the pits and chariots out the barriers   Jus Allah don't make threats   Leave your fuckin' necks clipped   Had you speakin' the manual alphabet   Seein' me is def not repeated or done twice   I laugh as I cast the first stones at Christ   Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and Satan   Mics spray then, bury flesh in wasteland   Infect you   Inject you with the gunpowder pegs   Indent your forehead with hot lead   Whether in the abode of the dead   Or resting in the Zions   Allah stay chasin' dough like wild lions.   Unchained tearin' your flesh we unfed   Flyin' through, like birds we takin' your daily bread      [Excerpt from "Greater Love" by Wilfred Owen]