It's just another day in this Wasteland 

We've got to change our game plan 

Or else we'll die by the same hand 



Just another day in the Wasteland 



My realm is ruled properly 

Pharaoh (of) the frontier, I overwhelm Pythagoras and Socrates 

One spear, force exerted from the ?Dawntien? 

An archer practicing the art of Zen 

Leaving marks on men even in the season when darkness blends 

From black, purple, to crimson 

An exact circle matches my dimension 

Give my regards to Osiris in your trip to the land of the dead 

God sun fire dismisses eclipses, lifts myths from your head 

Purge, submerge, reemerge shining nerve endings in the spine 

Curve on my staff, similar to vines 

Remember the time I entered the mind on impulse 

Cause halt 

Similar to shock 

Take up thoughts 

More than intricate plots 

Plus lock logic and simplicity 

Hot intensity 

Mentioned previously 

Back issues, my black tissue 

Bathes my essence in sinew 

Relinquish all belts and championship titles 

Proper and broken English recitals 

Panic when the black lion wants to fight you 

Get aggressive, you'll get beat to your recessive genetics 

Not Yacoo, but my word's law when I drop jewels 

I prefer waves that ooze at the apex 

Spraying kisses, left vacant 

From my amazing smooth cadence 

You's a fool, I'm just a tool used by the ancients to change this 



Just another day in this Wasteland 

We've got to change this game plan 

Or we'll die by the same hand 



Just another day in the Wasteland 



It's nothing pleasant 

I'm coming clandestine 

Marbles boiled in oil until they crack 

Packed in bottles, and set (_????_) molotovs 

Relax long enough to swallow, I light the cloth and toss 

Impossible mission 

Unprofitable position 

I seem to come to the utmost diabolical decision 

The king's drum, I cut throats with large incisions 

Killer bees buzz and hum, I unleash a gullible roar in the system 

In water, I'm ?broadest? 

Amphibious, this man's a swift crocodile 

Coptic star child 

In the skies, I am a sun 

My world is a desert of flames, there is no escape 

Baked hotter than pottery courtesy of Antares 

Unworthy wishy-washy men repeat weak 

Corny stories of ghetto glory 

Surely my stiletto be soiled from each that brought me turmoil 

Thoughts uncoil 

I spring into action 

Bringing frankincense and jasmine 

Potpourri of poetry 

Slowly she goes into spasms 

Behold the holiest of all interactions 

Uncontrollable passion 

She makes my resurrection session such a blessin' 

Our connection 

Wise is time spent to repent for transgression 

What could I say for a queen to look this way 

Sometimes I want to cry, but still I travel the countryside 

Searching for the perfect flower 

Tears running from my eyes, each drop more sour than the last 

Staring into the future, devouring my past 



It's just another day in this Wasteland 

We've got to change the game plan 

Or we'll die by the same hand 



It's just another day in this Wasteland 



Rage gauged in terms of pain 

Staring into her eyes, realizing it's in vain 

Simple vanity 

Mental profanity 

Curse this God-forsaken rock 

Marked by my dark side, divide vibes 

Apartheid streams from Soato, Watts, to blocks oppressed and in bond 

Advanced thought, lessons I'm on 

Seven storms born in my cauldron of eight 

Trigrams, monkeys cooked to purification 

Filterization, water treatment 

Exercise, training, black rhino mats 

Mind blow, illustrious 

Somewhat succulent 

The divine diaries plugged in through auxiliaries 

Begin to pop 

Bounce, rock to my talk 

Thrill-kill a boredom heartbroken soldier 

Start smokin' jokers 

Wild cards, odds drop, passes in the cassock 

At the _????_ light 

I like to check my averages 

All sorts of various types of freaky-deak tactics 

Mr. Mass is fantastic 

Create nouveau classics 

Who's Joe with the plastic? 

It doesn't matter, this shit's about to last, kid 



It's just another day