As you look from whenceforth I come; riding the wind
 thus eliminating competition from bird's eye view  I'm
 descending in helicopters    in a village raid
 Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade
 I'm highly intoxicating your mind    when I'm operating
 on cell wars to membranes  cytoplasms to protoplasms
 Disintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battle
 I display a nuclear ray that'll, destroy bone marrow in cattle
 Thereby destroying the entire food supply
 that's crawling with AIDS, maggots, flies
 It's ironic, when a demonic, government
 utilizes bionics and a six million dollar man to capture me
 Clever, however; you could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram
 Who's determined to fight solely, to defend in wars a land of the holy
 I threw I-raq/a-rock and I-ran/I-ran
 cause I couldn't stand anymore within the depths of the sand
 So don't ask me Hu-ssein/who-sane
 cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain

 {oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it
 nitrogen levels.. check it}

 [Prince Poetry]
 Twenty-thousand leagues down below,
 minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees
 Seize the info, gather the archaelogists
 The aftermath needs to follow this cause it's, deep
 Equivalent to the esophagus, spreads to scientists
 a.k.a. Optimus Prime -- time, television is, dead
 on this issue and very much irrelevant to this intuition
 de-leting any alias info and descriptive
 Mortal calm, partition with infrared light, vision
 precision, beams
 Colors, reds, fuschias, lime-greens
 Black, don't you know my formulas form dope lyrics
 uplift spirits and yo I hear it's fatal
 to walk the path of Konfusion, where it's
 torture some cherish, while most human-like beings perish
 Subjected to death
 Their bodies don't agree with the hypnotical intellect
 Poetical acid is burning up flesh
 At the end of corridor do you see me sitting there
 Johnny More Grotesque
 Literature somewhat equivalent to concentrated sodium hyperchloride
 Insight, foresight, more sight
 The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight
 You feel nauseous
 Forever you will avoid my royal presence as I step into darkness

 {Now is the time.. to stretch your brain to it's maximum}

 [Pharoahe Monch]
 I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am
 The paradox I am, the equinox extending my hand
 into dimensions to unlock new doorways
 And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways
 And so I play with rhythms, for something more than a mere game
 enabling me to advance in wisdom
 Words will exist like vampires
 No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escape
 with my sanity -- in 2010 every man will be
 subject to global warming, formless oval
 Millions of locusts swarming
 Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme
 the intelligent one, utilizing the mind third vision
 Surrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brain
 The triggering mechanism from which I strike
 sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound
 which comes from below the magma, the granite, the ground
 The surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashes
 Your optics will not be able to detect
 the deadly hypnotical gases
 Damn it's hard to breathe!!! But if I got one breath left;
 I'll suck wind from the valley of death, here I come
 from the slums of earth to center
 I reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shell
 Walkin through the doorways of Heaven -- or is this Hell?

 {The time is now.. right now.}
 {This is the hour, this is the new dawn!
 This is the new day.}

 [Prince Poetry]
 As I step into the Thunderdome, with flows as the wind blows
 Visualize the intros, releasing hypnotical gases
 chemicals mixed, fixed, takin it to the sixth
 round of poetical warfare; energetically I walk with the flare
 Rampaging like a rock-like figure
 throughout the night's atmosphere I swear
 My wrist holds mind-trigger darkness can't overshadow me
 cause of high rate of smashin you, then trashin you
 after I'm bashin you, with my hammer
 Whenceforth passed to me, by Odin
 Occasionally my pro-file is low-key Gamma
 Rays brainwashed to transforms me
 but I still withhold my hammer, to lift me up
 For God still is my upliftor
 I use this knowledge just to crush the cluster of grifter
 Night approaches so I proceed in flight
 back to the Hall of Justice as I continue to disintegrate em
 Translating the codes in hypnotical language
 then a Theta assault steppin up, frontin to be blunt
 but I'm a radical creator of a poetical hypothetical
 mathematical slay slur, punch that, stun that amazes and dazes
 and phases the stranger, with pages of the lost chapters
 Unfound factors
 So I stretch like Reed Richards across the land
 Continue with reading your e-quilibrium
 with concepts that confuse ya, metabolism's fallin off
 Data consider oblivion
 Now as I walk through the valley of death
 ignorin the battle lashes and gashes and rashes
 the atom smashes, cause I released the last hypnotical gases