Hip-Hop Black Ops

The Nephilium Pharaoh, the three thousand year old scarecrow
 Hang you from your nose on a square pole
 The squid faced rock beast with swamp croc teeth
 And a two headed parrot with a desert fatigue beak
 Step out the depths of Hell, exhale sceptic smells
 Decorate my bitch breasts with bells
 The arthropod tentacles controlled by mental vegetables
 Calculated correctitude down to the decimal
 Spectacles of doom and gloom and sonic booms
 Republicans ride brooms around nuclear mushrooms
 You are safe from the nuclear fallout
 Now you will crawl out into the hands of a monster now
 The best emcee turned his launch codes over to me
 On my command you will turn the key and we'll see
 You know nothing of discipline, you can never go where the Ripper's been
 The maze in those caves are infinite
 Can't stop, won't stop, Hip Hop Black Ops
 The aftermath aftershock is a disaster in a box
 With a blue and red ribbon, your writtens were uploaded to the system
 The satellite showed me your position
 The text is a sick rep for Rippers
 The leaders have discovered we the sickest and they wanna sit with us
 Through the computer viewer cube like peritubular
 Project: Blueberry Fuscia, one of the two possible futures
 Revolution Ripper movement you can't stop it
 You can't change the outcome, stop resisting, stupid
 I write what some would call marathon songs
 The music industry tried to banish long bars
 Your story is weak, your inventory's shorter than your feet
 Every week I slaughter seven beats
 I'm the 'Beast from the East'
 My title can't be touched nowhere on the street
 I hear a lot of emcees speak
 They fail to recognise that it ain't about beef
 I took it to the streets, I took it to the stage
 If I believe I am not the illest I'm insane
 Can't stop, won't stop, Hip Hop Black Ops
 The aftermath aftershock is a disaster in a box
 With a blue and red ribbon, your writtens were uploaded to the system
 The satellite showed me your position
 Can't stop, won't stop, Hip Hop Black Ops
 The aftermath aftershock is a disaster in a box
 With a blue and red ribbon, your writtens were uploaded to the system
 The satellite showed me your position
 The vocal spitter serial killer
 Heads up display with a ticker and a pitcher and picture of the Ripper
 Neurotransmitters hooked up to his central nervous system
 It feeds him the purpose and the vision
 Jailbreak but not out of prison
 Internal hard drive spinning eighty-eight lyrics per minute
 For global transmission, the funky technician on a mission
 Strapped to a suicide written
 Inside my own mind scripting altruistic composition
 Musician, wisdom is God-given
 Anoint him with oil, anoint him with wine
 Anoint them both with Tesla coils if they quotin' my rhymes
 I make things real, I make things that ain't, sound I'll
 A very good screen writing skill
 My higher self is outside the realm where time is felt
 Inside Orion's Belt, get them
 Can't stop, won't stop, Hip Hop Black Ops
 The aftermath aftershock is a disaster in a box
 With a blue and red ribbon, your writtens were uploaded to the system
 The satellite showed me your position
 Can't stop, won't stop, Hip Hop Black Ops
 The aftermath aftershock is a disaster in a box
 With a blue and red ribbon, your writtens were uploaded to the system
 The satellite showed me your position