A slice from: I:3 part 1..."the illest immortal illuminati"... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WHAT HAPPENS when you grab the mic and flow from the heart BUST RAPPIN that like Mac-10s blow holes in the charts? Slow in the start, but you get quick with the pick up crowds erupt and git lit up as you start servin ya spit up flipped cuts with double hemispheric appeal Deliver the skill combined with the spirit of Real Here is the deal be true to the artist within Lose touch just once and it ALL COULD END They're all your friend...until the REAL pressure is on Conjecture is on: Is "Deth the" "lessuh professuh of psalms"? my steel "leckshuh" [ lecture ] is strong...life is a swamp or a jungle you're gonna stumble and tumble but can you come back and rumble? leave your foes in a jumble,reduce their roars to a mumble be fiercely proud in your heart yet be impartial n humble mix up styles like gumbo. find your voice and speak connect to rhythms and beats,unleash the speech that's unique stare in the mirror of your soul you might grasp the key i ask of thee, on my knees:"Lord. Am I he? Oh God,can I be... THE ILLEST IMMORTAL ILLUMINATI?" [ skip a couple verses, get to this one...] the pressure is mountin and many people are doubtin like geysers my words are spoutin but you ain't hearin me shoutin your friends are madd fakes my mistakes and bad breaks add weight to my back til i crack and lash hate! bash stakes thru your temple until your dome's disassembled it's therapuetic where i do it with microphones or a pencil stencil my name in the stars or on the corpse of foes carve DETHSTRYQUE THE INVINCIBLE with syllables barbed! starved...for it all,i know what's hap-pen-nin worked at MCDONALD'S ,quit once,now i'm back-again grab a pad and pen...laugh when my raps begin i been collapsin men committin the most massive sins slashin grins under chins every time that i rhyme it to LOSE YOURSELF IN A MOMENT ya gotta find and design it! grab on with both fists cause LIFE's a two-timing trick flippin those who's rhyming slick and make em hoo ride a dick my 9 to 5 ain't providin these bills're steadily pilin my college life is causin strife i wonder what the hell i've been doin...no time for broodin or despair soul-pollutin verbally shootin like a camera after the LA riots lootin transmutin...lead to gold or words i told to platinum packed magnificent raps like infinite gats to cap men snap pens with charged volts sharp bolts thru scarred throats disarmin and harmin kids with "arson spits" that charred folks hard quotes eruptions punches causin concussions emotions bustin like Glocks dumpin, pen and pad is conductin verses to disperse wits and hearse kids that's first hit gimme a track my raps'll crack it,gimme a battle i'll merk it! verbs split ya open right down to the spirit Spray frees like rabies tuh ears mixed With the flame heat of Hades transmitted thru lyrics!! Deth the Black Spartacus with rap's hardest scripts Cracks marks n wigs like clapped Larks n clips Spark cartiledge with the wrath of amassed arsonists And smash targets quick til they're ripped apart sharked n split By my art of sicc darts n flipped with the art of wit Kid I packed my heart in this! Test Deth? Run up!! Streets are filled with the angels and demons I done one upped Trees are filled with the females n males I done strung up And hit with whirlpools lightning and hail...maelstrom'd up!! Punk, what?! We seen you been stackin the cash n how You been laughin while we been blackin out strugglin under Ya boot heel! That's why me n my crew will Put cruel steel to you n ya dude's grill til We gain victory...And lead everyone to liberty Picture me, after my foes are wrecked with rhyme... When only I and I alone am left behind... I drop ta knees. Cuz even Deth is flesh and bone abandoned in the Darkness,Deth is standin alone quellin fears and years of unshed tears from scars invisible whisper it clear so only God can hear:"Deth's not Invincible" soul deep bleeding grieving exceeding all things preceding my witless heart keeps beating? it's easier to cease breathing! learn this despair-infectin love-rejectin torturous-lesson will i quit or keep steppin? i have to answer the question: what happens when you grab the mic and flow from the heart bust rappin that like mac-10s blows holes in the charts slow in the start/but you get quick in the pick up crowds erupt and get lit up as you start servin ya spit up flipped cuts/with double hemispheric appeal deliver the skill combined with the spirit of Real here is the deal/be true to the artist within lose touch just once and it ALL COULD END they're ALL YOUR FRIEND/until the REAL pressure is on conjecture is on/is Deth the lessuh professuh of psalms my steel leckshuh [ lecture ] is strong...life is a swamp or a jungle you're gonna stumble and tumble but can you come back and rumble? leave your foes in a jumble,reduce their roars to a mumble be fiercely proud in your heart yet be impartial n humble mix up styles like gumbo, find your voice and speak connect with rhythm and beats,unleash the speach that's unique stare in the mirror of your soul you might find the key i ask of thee, on my knees:"Lord,am i he? Oh God...Can I be? THE ILLEST IMMORTAL ILLUMINATI..."