Covey Leader to Raven

Covey Leader calling Raven, come on Raven
 Covey Leader calling raven
 Covey Leader to Raven, talk to me Johnny
 They're all gone, sir
 Back to the mystique, I'm like an axe that hacks through the weak
 I bet racks Ap's raps traps rats like feral cats
 The Pharaoh tracks cracks planets like they're in parallax
 I can't relax, Ap's flyin' faster than pterodacts
 I'm Arafat, flack jacket suit with a pair o' slacks
 Compare the facts, blacks call me cracker like parrot snacks
 These suckers seein' double like Parent Traps
 My paragraphs graft skin together like sarin gas
 I'm airin' trash out, blast very fast
 Helicopters landin' like they're in M*A*S*H
 I'm rollin' in blood... like a bear in grass
 You'll get embarrassed fast like barin' ya bare ass
 Leave your city barren with ash and barrels o' gas
 I'm standin' there with a match, you're no match
 I'll let the air out ya max, you'll have a pair o' flats, arrogant brats
 I'm out back buryin' gats, you're barely relaxed
 Feel like ya pissin' in ya slacks like when barium reacts
 Rap's sacred as Egyptian Pharaoh burial mask
 Kerosene's my Listerine, that's why I carry a flask
 And Ap carries a staff that does Solarian math
 To avoid an aerial crash with an alien craft
 Scholars searching for me like the
 Arc of the Covenant contained inside
 The several hooks and verses that I wrote with Amis Brad
 Welcome to the ceremony told to the people by
 A verbal vanguard who's part of a new franchise
 No playin' the pine I'm active, back in practice
 Send out ya emails, phone calls, and faxes
 Evolved over, check the time now when it started
 Know this growth from a boy to a man, come my style is golden
 The second nature for many is rappin'
 For me it's normal conversation that I mastered with time and patience
 Mystique is elusive, sick with it, lupus
 Way out, nicknamed Jupiter, I'll piss on Lucifer
 Conducive to bands playing acoustics
 Hearin' me acapella my voice alone is music
 (Covey Leader calling raven)
 Are they lies or the truth
 Descended to mine, got whipped or died by the noose
 I'm an extension of a tribe with some low end
 So check the rhyme while I'm flowin'
 Catching ya ears with the Goles
 Bestowed is a gift by the Supreme Bein', third eye seeing
 Them falsehoods, you have a choice to believe 'em or not