...the extinction agenda...
 Back is the incredible O R  G to the A
 N I  Z E  D with a K
 O N F U S to the I O N

 Verse One: Prince Poetry

 Emerging up  to another level  there I stand
 Hand to hand rap combat black
 Back in the land I expand data for the wack
 leaving multilated bodies lacerated limbs grim sites
 And new jacks  pick up six and grab the ore
 Dig deep into the ghetto (absorb)
 I take you to a new realm
 Levitating above the norm anticipating me to pick up
 seven more new jacks and commencing with others fading
 (so how dare you question)
 The original aborigine
 In the vicinity the city's committing consider me
 The trilogy of terror, whatever I do I bring light
 You're blinded by the glare of the trendsetter
 Beware when I strike, blueprints like no other
 The soldier of fortune, the undercover
 Rebel of rap attackin the ones who's attackin blacks
 I'm on a mission of peace, I make tracks
 Elevate with the almighty God in front of me
 Teach seeds in the hood the truth, the wannabe
 competitor will have no other choice but to surrender
 Can't stand the pressure, the extinction agenda

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 The Extinction Agenda, hah!
 The Extinction Agenda, uhh.
 The Extinction Agenda, uhh
 The Extinction Agenda, uhh

 Verse Two: Pharoahe Monche

 I'm the poetical poltergeist I heist tracks from the past
 And return em to the present time in rhyme form
 What was once dead is now resurrected on the record
 And the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding
 For my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding
 Nightfall, I stop the rook, then I'm looking for
 the original book which contains the words of God
 Six hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen
 without being seen by the pawns
 Call me Bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn
 pawn takes knight, knight takes queen
 Queen takes the original King James version
 I'm surgin up when I'm emergin
 False clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin
 wind to save the lease
 Who can you trust when a priest is now the beast?
 (who? what? why?)
 I'm the assassinator of rap
 Hit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shot
 Get you sit you down, let you know I never get dropped
 When I flip-flop hip-hop, when I wreck shop (nigga)
 I move, with the finesse and the smoothness
 Even inside of the grooves of a record, check it
 Check it again, check it again, check it again
 Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then
 Gimme one-hundred percent credit
 Let it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tive
 I said it and I read it twelve in your bloodstream
 Let it live
 The verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders
 In the realm of the extinction agenda

 Chorus