The Blade Once upon a time, I was forged for THE LORD I’ve always dreamt of proving my worth as a sword Instead of my current rest position Behind a glass with faces peering at me through this exhibition I yearn to have a nice soft neck for splitting Removed from the mantle, hand on my handle to sample repetition I am the saber that cuts worse than a razor You must lick the blood off me for you to get a taste of the flavor But not with haste, for you must savor The Enemy’s blood spilled a span of over an acre Reducing sin to ash in the clash I open the gash using adversary’s blood to cleanse the grass I am the last flash of light right before you pass I am the heartless turning corpses heartless Burning the forces of darkness With no pity for those mourning the fortresses’ carcass I don’t take no form of no mess – beating bleeding bodies until the form is grotesque But I don’t know best I am the inanimate object with gigantic prospects As anything that runs I need a motor I’d double-edge a couple heads but strength is in the arm of the beholder So I am no good unless in the hand of my owner Which is why I don’t side with feeble people I’d be much more lethal without free will or after, I will fight for THE MASTER No matter the circumstances, independent of certain answers I’m not done until bodily organs spurt on the canvas Out in the field I could be killed or hanged, but I refuse to feel the pain I won’t be the blade that THE LORD would wield in vain Trained to carry out THE LORD’s command with zeal, I’ve been drilled I am the wielded iron with an iron will The clips in me never go empty My straight sharp nature has tendency to remedy flimsy enemies I’m not forged in silver encrusted with a ruby But at the core of my being I entrusted with my duty then bust with the Uzi Not to be taken loosely, therefore I do what I’m told Enduring wear and tear or the usual hole With lips made of metal, don’t expect me to tell you what the fuck makes me special The words of a vessel can’t be credible Gory or not, I give all my glory to God, my life story, my job I am the guardian, slicing dicing the arms and limbs I never eat, never sleep, and sever whoever creeps If they seem to mean malice to my MASTER’S palace There will be no remains left for the vultures to ravage I’m savage have you seen the head of a man that looks more like the head of a cabbage? I take a break although I like to slay my blade must be greased twice a day I could become dull if all I did was go through someone’s skull Were there no one to sharpen the saw, I wouldn’t cut the hearts of men out at all Never have I been as quick as after a visit from the blacksmith Ready to turn a body into four midgets Either to build or torch bridges Once my honed arrow head pierces dome bone marrow, you’re dead But in this age a rib cage endures the lead I won’t be called back to abort mission when I fly through the air Folks die when I’m there Regardless of all the wishing and hoping I travel my projected course from my directed source with these events in motion Since I was stolen, THE MASTER got me with chips, dents, nearly broken Fixed me up, so in HIS name it makes sense to be broken Not to be discarded garbage by the grace of GOD the Fragments were placed in a body with HIS seal of faith in the Godly For a life devoted to waging jihad – me First mission, also regarded as last I knew the art of my task when I first embarked on my path I recall as I start to be slashed that the mark of my past Gets me ripped apart by the wrath until this body is cold and dark in a bag Smile on my lips though killed…Form so still…Blood flow’s chilled I wait for my MASTER’S “You have done well” so my work is fulfilled Once upon a time, I was forged for THE LORD I’ve always dreamt of proving my worth as a sword

I Salute Verse 1 I Salute My Soldiers that… Don’t have the slightest hint, glint, or wince of fear in their eye Yet possess an uncanny sense of smell to sense when the scents of fear are nearby Dark shark smelling fresh blood a mile away Start yelling, unless you want to decay in the bay as a pile of fish fillet They do what they mean and they mean what they say Fighting for honor and dignity, they abide by these laws Valuing what they believe in, they die for the cause Ununderstadable, Intangible, improve the design upon finding the flaws Nurses will be applying your gauze before you get the chance of fighting off Jaws To get a glimpse of this warrior, you’d have to strike lightning after lightning evolves Speak The Truth and follow through Seek the Root and call it loot Learn life lessons, have stories to tell Aren’t afraid to say it’s gory in hell Proceed without proceeds then succeed when others worry they’ll fail, THEY EXCELL Chorus 1 Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth Blessed are those who have the righteous hunger and thirst Verse 2 I Salute My Soldiers that… Don’t bitch, plead, or whine Look at the jugular vein as something to slit from behind Masterminds that have passed their time In the infinity infantry grind or behind enemy lines Stay strapped with bulletproofs, gats locked and loaded, even nines Despite hard times find themselves into the vine Power will, getting rough when the going gets tough Put you in the dirt when you’re showing your stuff, you’re not slowing them much You can be holding a grudge, fill them with clips of slugs, don’t even budge Would rather take a broken neck than be alive in submission When they arise from conditions, each has the potential to become a spy on a mission Take not heed to the lies that are mentioned After drawing blood, they draw eyes of attention If not to the human skins of the foes when they wear when they decide to rock it Then to the protruding rose that arose in the middle of the street where the sidewalk split Chorus 2 Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God Blessed are the peace makers, for they are children of God’s Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake and killed as the frauds Verse 3 I Salute My Soldiers that… Go the higher road in an uphill battle And get the heat unlike those who will tattle Prefer to do things right over easy without cutting corners Enduring when during tortures Keeping in mind the high stakes at hand To take a stand for the sake of their fellow man Then bounce back after major and minor rounds attacked Suffer, but serve, protect, live and kill for each other Treasures anything and everything out of the ordinary Don’t acquire glory, fame, money, power, respect, or authority By solely weapons and arms of fear in the inventory Nothing short of legendary, conduct themselves professionally Knowing what won’t kill them makes them stronger, it will kill them if they act fake any longer May or may not have skill, stalk the prey for a kill, but above all, stay real The reflection in their eyes depict how the fight will unfurl, BEHOLD! I SALUTE THE SALT, LIGHT OF THE WORLD!!! Chorus 3 You are the light of the world A city built on a hill cannot be hidden Let your light shine before others So that they may see you good works and give glory to your Father in heaven.

In the Midst of the Assassin Verse 1 Face to the floor, X bows acknowledging the grace of The Lord For he is well aware that his faith is the door Allowing him to escape and raise his sword To awake from his prison So from here on, he will never break this commission Enemies turn chicken seeing the thanks he’s been giving Yet there seems to be another mission Given the tip in his sleep, can’t miss a beat X grits his teeth, learns to be quick on his feet Preparations for the 5th hit this week Holds his shit in discreet to unload clips in the street Whips out the heat, drop one gun, switch, then repeat Silohettes of darkness blitz a retreat X imagines what’s fixing to be, anticipation and anxiety mixed in with grief A gift to the chief and it shifts to relief Verse 2 Fearing God if the Ultimate Soldier appears X maintains wisdom and weapons he’s gained over the years This agent uses his head to store quotes or statements As for the arms, he stores below in the basements Safe keeping for anything X may be needing Easy access to go and get when the time is appropriate Choice of the wide array to slice and slay from lesser threats That conquer to rocket launchers, better yet He won’t encounter any enemy he’s never met So it’s likely that he can tell the tame Especially since X is well trained He knows which tools can make them yell in pain Although you can smell the rain, it will never quell the hellish flame When in the end, all that will prevail is The Name Learn the lessons of weapons and you need not be alarmed When God’s Warrior is properly armed Verse 3 X is now prepared for the battle He brings light through the darkness where he travels So if you don’t know better than not to laugh Then I strictly advise you stay the fuck off his path In the woods staked lies deep in wait X sees the estate, determines his fate And plans of escape Ready to seize the front gate The guards have ceased as of late Their armor may be state of the art But The Lord tells X how to take it apart Straight from the start Plus, the enemy troops are faint in the heart Squirmish before the skirmish, each takes a headshot evenly placed Taste of case as the victims bleed in the face They’re breathing with haste But the marksman must keep up his pace Verse 4 Inside the residents have only mere seconds To respond to the gunshots With the guards eliminated the front door is unlocked Gunfire shatters through windows – casualties without sun-block Each with only one dot Then all comes to stop The scene seems to be at its norm Except this is just the quiet before the storm Suddenly, once again He waits for the swift gust of wind The only audible sound when X dusts your men As the sword juts in The exposed features of the guts are grim And with two hacks, he cuts the limbs It’s not his blood pouring from his hands So all is going according to plan Verse 5 X knows that the deadliest guys have got nothing to lose Something to prove, and are ready to die The Truth never lies, a sai for an eye Makes the whole world blind as these men and their lives say their goodbyes Slugs in the air embracing their sides They might as well lock themselves in a room to be slain while they cry Clips let fly so the clothes drip red dye So beware of the Angel of Death The blood that covers the floor is now ankle depth You intestines are on the ground by the time you’ve seen some of it Because no matter how hard you try, you can’t stomach it X reloads seeing the writhing mass when he looked at the dead Too bad he didn’t see the katana that took off his head Subtle thud on the ground blood gushing around X feels no pain oddly Signals from his brain have just been severed from his main body Verse 6 Everything in the world spins and whirls Mob boss man gags then he hurls Reflex response after he sees gore Bodes float in blood – guns sink to the sea floor X, no head, lay twitching strapped with C-4 Blocking the exit of boss man’s trapped door Murky red waters splish-splash The boss searches for escape in the wake of the rift-raft So he moves X’s body – pull there tug here Trying to get it away from the door drug clear Then everything goes from bad to severe Decapitated vessels in mirror see more than appears Boss man though X was done but didn’t check his thumb Mistake made, but it won’t be made twice X detonated the explosive device Lost heads don’t mean instant defeat, Because in this instance, it means MISSION COMPLETE

WAR Paint Chorus This is for my liege, whom I protect under siege With every breath that I breath This is for my family, whether air, fire, land, or sea I know they’d stand for me This is for those who arose chose roads to be foes You know how it goes This is for my dream One King, shunned team, hear them scream Verse 1 Apply to the face touch carefully Just barely dab the mixture of crushed berries The blood rush prepares me To be returned to the ashes and dust buried Still at ease, underground with night crawlers and millipedes It’s my way of giving all I’ve got to fulfill my deeds Laying down my life, not spraying blanks Is my way of saying thanks It’s hard to be unthankful When you’re protected by your guardian angel I am forever grateful for being taken in As the one responsible for my own debt, this is how I make amends Take a walk in my shoes break them in If you get the idea I won’t refuse, but choose to loose, think again God is too good for me to drop my eyes on the prize I’m surprised I’m alive when I should have died, but by the ninth time, I won’t survive Verse 2 In my brother’s eyes, I see faint tears I’m sure he sees the same in mine, the war paint smears In abrasion from our faces, we embrace then let go Never thought I would, but we must get on with the show We’re just these pawns Barely strong enough to maintain these bonds Final stand, so in our mind, we’re already gone, spirits at a steady calm, Deadly arms clasped tight inside a sweaty palm So just [breath] take a breath soldiers We fight for the same thing, like a fence chain-linked as death approach us You fear what I fear, I’m here because you’re here, you like what I like I fight because you fight, you need what I need, I bleed because you bleed Truthfully, we’ve risen high, because on these principles, we live and die I know for you, as I, when your blood is leaking That’s about the same time happiness seeps in Verse 3 The paint on my face smears by the bloody metal The disfigured body on the ground? He was a rebel It’s not like it’s a new scene He was in clear violation, and he knew the routine As well as I, Fellers live, fellers die for telling lie Sticking nails in sides, each does their duty hell or high Water, don’t matter if all you got is a foot Or if you have so many arms, you look like an octopus Because we have a shield And there’s more in any one of us than the biggest weapon on the battle field What comforts do you have when your blood splash and spill? Knowing your men don’t coming back, what you going to do? Yea, I talk that smack, woo woo woo If the fact that we’re destined to die isn’t let in your life, a dead end you’ll find In those years of yesterday I’m not afraid when blood covers my face; it’s my ancestor’s way

Battle Scars Verse 1 They tend to tell us what others have been through Jealous of wound from bullet craters to what’s left of the moon Don’t you see what’s hidden here? Chrystal clear glistening Like obsidian in the night whispering secrets so lend an ear and listen in You’ll learn more than why we fear An example is why those who don’t are highly revered The scar of the blade, grenade, it might be a spear That hands out the risk for fans of the fist, brands on the wrists, flesh lightly seared Telling stooges to move it or lose it, I’m ruthless You can tell from my many bruises any ruses of yours finna be useless Your jabbering a nuisance you can’t imagine the stabbings and nooses You disrespect those who risked their necks to refuse it, you got nerve to dispute it You’re clueless to think the one who walks away with most in a fight isn’t the one who loses Toothless, but to fight back is what he chooses Instead, he don’t forfeit And still isn’t done after he’s got something to show for it Chorus Winning in the beginning might start sweet Battle rages through the ages gets you a faint heart beat It seems like there is no time when the enemy is never slashing But yet no suffering is infinitely everlasting Arms, hands, legs, and faces are perfect places For a future scar, Man in the Mirror today, coffin tomorrow Have you got what it takes to be a shooting star? Of course, if you keep purpose and faith in who you are Verse 2 This is for those who walk the walk and talk the talk, not just the show Perpetual perpetrators just got to go This is the tale of endurance for curious who sell their insurance For reassurance that they too will smell of the pureness Well aware that the cure is a higher purpose To inspire searches of desires beneath the surface Who don’t relax because they’re sore, worn, or war torn Since a slit throat is just a scratch on the sword God’s will is permanent, it doesn’t come and go Like your permanent endurance – not allowing circumstances to stunt your growth The stronger is the one who doesn’t have two feet, but a stump for both In the predicament, and didn’t became a runt adult When darkness befalls, you have to just take it It’ll only be as bad as you make it Verse 3 The unwritten legislation of foretold glory and dedication Case in point, the weapon that hasn’t bled a basin is no more than a mere decoration Unchanging spirit through both days and next year’s seasons Helps the process, but what counts most is experience In the name of The Lord, I’ll be stabbed and drug Only to ever be purified again by my own bath of blood While I still proclaim “See this the shit” Seems that I get no gain being ripped to pieces and bit All my creases are slit before the grave digger greases my pit That way, when I reach it, I slip, had I known to steer clear I would take the same path quicker, this time with a smile ear-to –ear As I’m torn to shreds, holes form in my chest, I was born for death My sword is red, I was sworn as best, therefore I’m swarmed by the rest Not accepting their offer but that of The Father Now that I have conquered The warmth of my blood is my only comfort

Testament of Hopelessness Because you can smile all you want Eat all you can reach Drink away your sorrows Take all the drugs they’ve got Fuck bitches as you please But it won’t make you happy And don’t feel sorry for yourself Because we’re all miserable pricks If you choose to be Verse 1 Do it! When in doubt, end it NOW! -BLAM- That’s what I’m talking about Bullets locked in, glock is cocked then Pull it when it’s in your mouth I think I may just -BLAM- I think I’m anxious to rid my anxiety hey, by the way If we all die the same, why the wait? My life, I’ve not made, is it mine to take so violently? Still, I don’t like when they take my life in their Own hands, choking tightly joking lightly You’ve got answers to my debate? Don’t lie to me Tell me “life is great” but I can’t shake The feeling see, I’m a flake, a phony A stranger, so lonely in my villainy I betray my soul solely So slowly, so only one thing to do left now For surely I’ve let me down -BLAM- What’s with all the hesitation? Barter life with Satan for the proper medication Yeah, I might as well -BLAM- Embrace death since life is hell I can tell you I want something, but not what’s deprived entails Something’s lost in my entrails, I wear smiles, inside’s a shell In grief, but grinning, a pretty penny bank with Not a penny in me when empty and naked Please, could you lend me a blanket? Not on me, where the void is Who cares? It’s pointless The thing about paranoia is Nothing nowhere avoids its Grasp, with all the blaring voices Funny you ask “Where my choices?” You’re running out of options I’m ill, rotten if there’s a pill popping Alternative, I’ll turn to it Still talking? Now is your chance while there’ a deal knocking -BLAM- I feel gnawing in the deepest part of me Right where a heart should be Dilly-dally dawdling life away – It’s got to be -BLAM- Think God will see the poo that we’ve been through? Shiiiiiit, Think God loves me and you no matter what we do? Not that I dispute, but stick to that philosophy I’m at odds with the fact soap slips when grabbed, easier the harder squeezed Synonymous to all of these questions lo and behold They call it depression so get the straight jacket straight Tape me in masking tape, I’m a crazed basket case Who knows a thing or two, because a basket makes A poor container for water it’s a brainer So it’s vain to pour, Not a drop will stay in broken china You’re hoping trying to get where faster? Climbing the stair master? O MY GOSH! -BLAM- I’m a box covered in its locks I’ve been a blotch On this earth since birth so I’m sending shots Through my head – SOMEBODY FLAG THE COPS! -BLAM- I’m at a loss, a loss of words which Describes my condition – the loss of purpose Which the symptom of hopelessness emerges Are you going to do it? Or are you all talk? One day I might just -BLAM-

Shades of Gray caution, caution, Caution, CAUTION Verse 1 Take caution crossing the problem-causing cauldron An amalgam fueling ambiguous confusing bond-fusions All looping along movement alluding convoluting Lines drawn to impossible conclusions Made to test us with text book’s ambidextrous dexterity Unbearably carelessly guaranteed heresy Transparency apparition apparently closer than appeared to be Scarcity of clarity clearly inherently wearing me Out tearing me down impairing me, now In pairs to be found insidious leaving emptiness Many miss misdemeanor tips, meant to be hints, hence we is convinced To make of previous attempts to do so, with no clues though This tasks futile, Have half you told yourself to analyze paths you’ve chose? As you choke, I’ll teach you all about meeting them happy medium Equilibrium seesaws misleading some who take this with less than a grain of sea salt Chorus Thin Shades of Gray fade the display if made To Pave the Way through the vague plague when draped In theories clay-made they trade paint then shift shape Tend to stray us from our state until we bend and break, in the grave Because though it’s not implied, where light and dark collide Neither illicit side’s explicit edicts coincide So antiseptics ain’t expected leaving schizophrenic skeptics Sketchy undirected clarity to inspect it carefully…(inspect it carefully) Verse 2 Step on in to the wet cement come and risk Consequence on the fence saluting absolutely Obsolete statutes seen, desecration by concrete means When accessed in absence of excessive dumb asses Who don’t assess their obsession of abscesses In essence, to full extents, they express confessions Lessons from conformity formula formally a form of deformity Forcing me and you to the direction of what the norm will be Normally enormously ignoring me cordially Hypnotist hypocrites hurl a hysterical pitch fork in me So I can’t tread on an edge nor to be Over egg shells and thin ice in my iron sled I’m in dread so Imma shred snow Go defy black and white instead as I choose and filter it In order to reduce bewilderment Verse 3 Cruddy clot of muddy waters See the teeter-totter but it’s not prosperous Who knows the purpose telling ostriches All of this when honcho’s heads are held hostages? I’m no psychologist, but maybe it’s to end the madness Of tainted tinted glasses meant for malice right before it tips the balance For you who don’t stick your head where they’re worms Enclosed, with nowhere to turn, with you I sympathize In your stand against the lies, they’re too dense for guys Picturing them immense in size, but you can bend the sides If – no when you’re wise then realize it’s not an issue Of authenticity if the artifacts artificial Now you’ve got a pickle, the twist up Enigma you aim to get rid of Pressing questions that ran amuck and you’re stuck, no answer but Some questions are better left unanswered Some questions are better left unanswered, FUCK

A Tale from the Dark Side of the Moon Have you ever looked at the stars and wondered what’s out there? Who lives there? What if you had a onetime exclusive to go there, To know the answer to everything you ever asked, Would you take it? Verse 1 Knowledge is the fulfillment I’m feeling on the stove when I press it and burn In each lesson I learn, watch the heads when they turn I’m catching a stern glare from the profess in a term As I question the words “Why the fuck cant I have the best of both worlds?” Tried to shy away that’s why the advisors now retired So I’ll perfect my life’s work – wires, Eyes up under visors specific scientific equations Performing maintenance on spaceships my focus I know it’s psycho shit integrating microchips Data processor beta offset or testing the final chimps When I step it makes my day to pave the way through the mysterious shade of gray I check my trek, high technology I’m not double crossing the line, the line has been crossing me I’m aware what the cost’ll be rocketing at high-speed velocities Obviously cats won’t land on their feet possibly When they’ve got to be consumed or killed in their own curiosity Chorus Look at you what’s gotten into you? Dipping your toe in H20 when you check the temperature? Attempting to expose an unexplored insecure globe When it’s just going to explode insuring increased injury percentages Enter the sinister cross roads and blows are administered To the end of your adventure - I ignore the advising – Reviving surviving writhing cyborgs with my torch That ought bright up the gloom on dark sides of the moon as I’m enlightened Verse 2 Ground scenarios got me skirting border party searching for a body’s burial “Where’d he go?” Thinking when His back’s turned, determined to escape God Sink or swim I’m submerging in a space pod – that idea back fired – crash landing in draped fog Past light years, I’m standing agog; at the purple contaminated rank bog Intergalactic graphic You couldn’t imagine what happened Fascinated by a smashed ship that’s in acid In which I’m deep in, I begin to seep in as I descend decent amounts into the deep end Proceeding realizing what these eyes have been seeing is so beautifully dim You wouldn’t believe them, freedom present but fleeting I’m even pleading for a hand to reach in Receiving my grievance: A plethora of nebula predators, etcetera hostile local aliens Who prey on small berries – and also homo sapiens Verse 3 I back track considering flash backs before math graphs and trashed crafts Sun brightened bred, nourished, I was fed Right ahead of some species, yet something said that I was dead Hanging by a thread, led by what was said, lies Fuck that! I prefer to live my own life instead I dreamt to consume the brand cheese on lunar landings They said I had a demon in plain deeming me insane Even inane, I needn’t to complain, but then again I wasn’t stressing depressed in excessive pain From perspective change dressed in protective chains Where the settings strange Aftershocked astronaut as I’m brought to address the claims Of extraterrestrial councils which aim to have me maimed, disemboweled Tossed remains in a distant black hole On charges of committing foul peace crimes, no weapons found though So I told them: You know what? I just want to know a bit about your culture, No bombs strapped, then we signed contracts – my first contact Verse 4 No foreigners no exceptions any ignorance no acceptance Susceptible, destined to expect an unsuspecting Successful death when no serve and protection No cellular connection on the waning crescent You say it’s uselessness to take refuge in this sewage shit Along the ruthlessness of creeper crater fugitives Yet us lunar lunatics both bleed, green fluid drips when we’re oozing it Besides this one life to live, what’ve I got to lose in it? These solar powered beings know better They’re not going to live forever even in Quadrant III Sector Omega The average life does not satisfy appetite Like the savage life’s satellites Certainly more than just a mere mirror hologram Only in adversity’s uncertainties can I be aware of all I am Flying saucer diving farther Banished to damaged planets Until I fully manage to vanish Afterward Yea, I know where the path of light ends Even if I shoot for the moon and miss, I land amongst the stars I think next I’ll visit mars Without darkness, there’d be no light

Transgressions Verse 1 Mom, Dad, look at your kid, you’ve done your best to provide a perfect life, but he’s far from perfect You son’s a dick, a chump so Influential King, Infinite and Unknown, he’s not hardly worth it We’re talking the same person; --- Not far to dig before you hit bottom Tree for figs holds fibs, one shovel to unpuzzle crypt coffin Don’t absolve all my flaws because this shits common I find Gods one to forgive, but He doesn’t forget often So I quit ducking, being the person unable to sit on his ass because of sticks shoved in Rather than God expose peccadilloes of bros with a nose stuck in The air, I chose to admit of them I’ve got the balls to stop fucking with running Stumbling to the wrong places, fronting for acceptance and “McLovin” In vain, I’ve been blamed on that unfulfilling walk of shame, a sham That proved water and wine don’t pour from my veins, I am but a man Chorus If you call me great then, you are mistaken Show me a man with no dirt and a liar’s what I’ll make him Not meant to taint men’s reputation, we’re same in Heart; guilty of deicide, I accept the blaming I came in advance to make amends for making My shares of mistakes and more on their way in Who am I kidding? No escaping the past and it can’t bend No fixing starts we’re placed in but starts can have a changed end Verse 2 When you bear the ground, world on both shoulders wears you down Whereabouts have you snared and bound until you air it out Here and now overcoming fear and doubt to not have it swept under the rug I didn’t pay for no drugs or play my own blood, but I thought I was thug So bad when it was a fad to sag as a lad I was such a sad spoiled brat, today I gag Better still, ask my dad, “That kid Malik, you better watch his ass, He don’t wash his ass, when he does, you can see the dirt wiped off his rags” That makes two of us that need to clean up our acts Now that that’s past, I’ve got a rash from lots of baths Yep, just offered my life savings at church today Since words can stray, one of my fathers are going to take my Bible away Respect thy mother and father – wait – respect why even bother When you’re in a family you’re not even apart of? Ok, respect sure, but through love? Wait a minute, now you’re just asking too much Verse 3 Granted, some have done worse than stole and cheat Choke their meat, or considering licking a fine girl’s toilet seat And never ever have I killed a man for the right reason But who’s to say what context these things weigh lightly in? My meaning: I’m leaning bad is bad when we’re defining sin Perfection is trying evening out backward steps where I begin – Brand new, no more teary eyes streaming I’m leaving the past where it belongs and I’m leaving Increasing my projected trajectory Perfect is what we expect from me Yes it’s me – my own worst enemy who puts us in jeopardy As I pass the past on my path, a future is all that’s left for me I give myself slack, and I’m not going right back And the worst stain on my track record, I didn’t record in my track I’ll bet you never wanted to know him like that But you never would’ve known me differently until I opened my trap.

The Monster Intro What are you? Get the fuck away from me No… NOOOOO! Verse 1 Surely you’ve read inflammatory stories Alleged allegories allowed in laboratories I fucked up, I admit it, as professors We forget it if the exhibit ain’t broke then why should I fix it? My predecessors personally presented Me unprecedented privilege, I’m completely permitted To exceed our limit because perceived perimeters inhibit us Just as precedents that was represented us Pretentious, no longer expect the least From experimenter’s expertise especially Specialist specialties exerted experienced experts – All except for me, the sole amateur Soul tamperer in confidence incomplete knowledge is Incompetence, my concealed endeavor Builds peer pressure until indefinite Preposterous consequence was...MONSTROUS Chorus Master and Monster amongst the masses, once the Imprudent tutor produced a student - Mutant product, without proof of proper Procedure, insecure process to prosper Regrettable, unprofessional medical practitioner Prisoner wishing away premonitions of Pursuit, pretending the permanent pertinent problem Won’t prevail but can be prevented provided precaution Verse 2 My fallible inferior corrupted conduct its Ulterior motives reached my superiors, sponsors quit Impermissible to even proctor this project’s prospects Despite this, despicable desperate contemptible Container of chemical toxic content Materialized the unpredictable Central essential pivotal point pinnacle Abnormal original abomination mutation gone critical Visualize a foreign formidable foe invincible Invisible miniscule of soul in visual Cynical insensible and miserable sentience Unforgettable, I reminisce on incidents of innocents’ Evacuation of the premises Behemoth incensed nemesis vicious vehement intents of vengeance In defense of remnants of my innocence This hidden horrendous face was an accident, in a sense Verse 3 Sins of the past bite you in the ass When you ask for more than you can afford and chew One dose of morphine mutates morphing to Be a “Nugen”-clear bomb, not the prettiest creature Hideous amphibious ape-troll facial features Approaches atrocious ferocious premature doses My anti-heroics had one focus: I promised On a moment’s notice I’d destroy this “Magnum Opus” I hope it’s not too late to thwart its explosive Rampage threat on society corrosive I can see Reality check that enlightens me reliably While he’s sizing me up, finding the blood on my hands blinding me Finally, I’ve come around to not hunt him down Alterations caused our altercations There’s alternatives to rancorous relationships that anger us It ain’t just because my worthless presents weren’t deserving his presence, He didn’t deserve this End Master and monster; Why we’re so quick to change those we love, I don’t know You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved, Some repairs are best left to the professionals So don’t – don’t – don’t try this at home kids John Van “Nugen” Nguyen, what I’ve done to wrong you, I am truly sorry You deserve better than this But I guess sins of the past – sin – sins of the past – sins of the past bite you in the ass.

Invasion To date, we’ve got pretty cool ages, but the enigma analyticals face is Microscopic visible traces dissecting dialect texts in biblical pages Multiple millennia-old days which were miserable amidst A multitude of formidable space ships Dangerous space invaders anxious to impose their language Yes, once in a blue moon we expect doom soon left to languish When three suns phase shift over horizon a bit latish Verse 1 Behold! An orb born some trillion years before The third war of the worlds arose engulfed in gears of gore Of course the gorge gorged coarse loads of corpse I had yet to absorb the sole role of the soul in the Sword Scores of light poured from the pores of the robes that I wore Flashing my fluorescent core towards the mountains to the prairies To the floor boards below the forest floor I suppose with my sorts of high glow, I could’ve scorched the globe to sores Gauche ghost tore pure gold – my most valuable resource Spores to be bought then sold, a lure quid pro quo They so say they swore not to harm the host But is being a warped dwarf star not a part of that oath? Chorus Hold up! I’m holding on, Held down too long to hold through strong Held back, I may get past those who think they can snatch my blazing flash I’d make it last, but I’m fading fast Still refusing losing my light To ruin lose ends I tied So from ass crack of dawn to sunset I come to terms that my term ain’t done yet Imma throw down, no doubt, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold out Verse 2 My initial reactions were tame to the chain chemical reactants There, there relax, it’s just paradigm shift parallax No need for the A-Bomb to remain calm was my rationale No lashing out, patience, until these cretinoid rats get out Perhaps, but now, I can’t produce as much shine as they ration out Class clowns acting wild, me as their cash cow This sun, for one, is ready to flash a scowl At the casted shroud of tinted dim wits cramping my fashion style Volcanic tension building, I’m itching, willing to erupt abruptly A wee bit touchy corrupt me enough see me reduce you to nothing roughly Reused in rubbish the dead pool in hundreds You’ve been punish when I lose the glove-mitts And stop pulling punches – and let it go Shockwave, electromagnetic pulse My expansions incensed the phantom menace, fallen angels, ghouls, and ghost And other fucking things that cling to ankles In this external wormhole to burn slow Via eternal internal turbo inferno Verse 3 Now be the finale, symboling dwindling light beacon No description prescription for swindled gleam I’m seeing Ain’t no simple thing to let it out in the ring It’s special so helpful, to embrace yourself, fool That’s the antidote, let them know what they’re tampering with I’m the hazardous gaseous ball of light that throws temperature temper tantrums and shit If I even spew puke or blow up My solar supernova will destroy the minimum quota of cobra Sure, my potent semi-omnipotence would withhold the violent Uninhibited unlimited ultraviolet rays for inhabitants I rage against Aliens pissed life made me this, so miscreant recipients of my radiance Are vaporized within my blast radius After ages mixed decomposed heaps of domes are re-exposed next to demon’s bones Bearing barren desolate cultures I’ve gotten rid of I don’t kid or play, happens every day, you can’t make this shit up.

Rehabilitation Verse 1 It all started to begin today, my heart started beating today Then it started eating away, at me sleeping the day Away when we can awake from the nightmare, knee deep in a grave Dreaming of change Tired of being astray I look at my feet then I take The first step, weak in a daze, didn’t Make it in amazement, but it can be like that sometime in rehabilitation So by the way all you guys, I apologize The True OMA went AWOL and lied Yea, I backed down, but I’m back now Full-fledged, not on the side track style A sore thumb don’t find background A caged lion ain’t gon’ hide that growl I thought I’d fit in, but I was wrong That’s why I was gone, and now that I know where I belong I’m only back to say “Good-bye so long” Chorus It’s horrible acting as a normal mortal So is remembering I have my first friend in me, remembering I am my own worst enemy Can it be a sense of purpose which Urges it’s just me against the world in this? I have my first friend in me I am my own worst enemy Can it be a sense of purpose which Urges it’s just me against the world in this? Verse 2 I’m back in this bitch Fuck around, get slapped with the dick Strike back with a vengeance I’m back in for business, not backing consensus These brains regained their lack of consciousness I’ve got it together, pain, preference of pressure Instead of the pleasure, better than ever Never say never, but never let up, endeavor Keep up your upkeep but Never let anyone else keep the key to Your heart or give it, gifted to others as a Narcissistic Harping critics, I’m done making a fool of myself Done fooling myself, I’m full of myself I don’t need nobody, I’m the boss Even with a socially awkward -PAUSE- I ain’t over until I have my say so or I stay colder icy lone wolf; I’m the sole soul-survivor now that I’ve the fire.

The Phoenix I am the Phoenix I am the Phoenix I am the Phoenix I am… Verse 1 I’ve arisen from the ashes Fire is in my eyes, unhidden, thunder crashes I’m dependant on no one, but free As a bird, I’m no one, but me! Have you heard Greek Mythology’s creature, flies with ease Irresponisbily testing the “supposed-to-be’s” economically, ethically, emotionally, Even logically? The Truth’s so over your head, you don’t know what I said Mortals are a bunch of idiots, thought you knew what true love really is, Unworthy of the Phoenix! Chorus Who can accomplish feats this genius once again other than the cosmic Phoenix? All it breathes is fire while the world falls to pieces All it needs is freedoms Sought uniqueness from you common heathens Hot as hell, he gets a trillion degrees celcius – too hot to handle The Truth is the Truce with humans has gotten cancelled Verse 2 Virgins sacrifice themselves to me, unselfishly, but helplessly So kiss her a little harder, hug her a littler stronger, fuck her a little longer Hold her a little tighter in the night because I won’t yield – tie her to the bed with steel wires She’ll try to head to me, beg and plead that I still like her sexually It’s not the same a-hole when retentive Anal is inexpensive – pocket change I’d rather mug a purse than fuck the Earth for what it’s worth – nothing The only thing worse than that would be Getting squashed by my personality Verse 3 Divine intervention if I enter in when I’m in flight Defying winds I get undivided attention – OMA so it’s a sin to use my name in vain Why no, I don’t quite know when to quit So tell me; I don’t get the hint Saying “YOLO”, yet then again, you’re only human So maybe you do I’m so infinite, there’s no limit and I cannot tell a lie to you When even my lies are true… I am the Phoenix I am the Phoenix I am the Phoenix I am the Phoenix…

Legacy Lost Intro Father creates Son, Father begets Son Son begets Father This is how the story goes – or so I’m told It goes a little something like this Verse 1 [Yo] As a raised son, I’ve been burned to a raisin In the raised Son’s rays once – let me explain some Back in the day one young man Chose a mate purposefully to go to make God, unsanctioned To do so, but why would you go to play God a lot? Ain’t God good enough? The duo was not satisfied With “God’s sacrifice”, they got to do it over Couldn’t just jot that advice down, that should you touch what’s God’s it’s got to have a price? Would you once? How about after thrice? Now as the times pass us by it’s not super surprising After you circumcised me as you do for a tithing You must’ve liked me too, for the time being Who had a clue that’s the Truth underlying? Before you had a boot to my hinny? What did I do for you to despise me? You should advise me to be a better kid But if you don’t love me as I am, you never did I love you to death, but when your life ends, I don’t expect to live the rest of it because… Hook To this here point in life’s course, I’ve lived a pointless life; yours Not my own, but if the choice is like yours Good God, I won’t have disappointed by force, I’m scorned But why’d your then second seed find your Acceptance instead of me? Am I your eye sore? Perfected Jesus in the flesh, a cyborg Recipe for the death of me to my horror Nothing’s left for me except to leave from my source Especially his legacy to die for Verse 2 How could my greatest benefactor have been a factor of my anguish? Am I to avenge the great sins of my parents before I parish? The aim is for the apprentice to vanquish his apprehensions To make his aimless existence apparent Easier to say this when doing is dangerous Violence was used to silence us But such ain’t a risk because enough water underneath breaks the bridge And the channel’s so stuffed upstream To make an example for us must mean the last straw Back of the camel’s broke puffing hard The thing’s you all want to stop holding my hand, then don’t Because if I bit the hand that fed me off, that’d make me a fucking cannibal I’m a damned adult, right? Thanks to you, why can’t you recognize My final obstacle left in life’s not for you The light bulb’s got to screw me over less than my First steps out of your shadow, because confrontation’s half of the battle since… Verse 3 Why Pops, I’ve got to give you your props For dealing with your Mom’s BS, but ain’t The better way to repay the favor Is to make things on me less? But hey, Even though I honor you, I’m on to you, honestly I’m sure just like you’re on to me This ain’t no prophecy anomaly, but I’ve got to see for myself, what is this God in me? If God indeed, if my soul is not emptied Is it selfish to give up the lie of a life You’re living if you’re giving it to the helpless? You’d probably respond “hell yes” If it’s not of the monetary realm it’s Not for me, well shit, what do you know? It went in one ear then out the other, because what do you know? Lock your seat belt and helmets as if on a bumpy ride Called life, because the Truth’s not always what we’d like all the time Mostly mortals abide by only your rules, so I’ve got to please you? Possibly not, to make omelets, we’ve got to be willing to break some eggs So I’ve got to leave this legacy that I’ve got to leave Hell, I’d bet Jesus Himself does not believe that… Afterward This destiny; I can already feel the effects of the pedigree hex on me lessening You and I both know what happens when salt looses it’s taste I know we’ve had our differences, but this has gone too far for far too long We keep butting heads, but in the end, that just makes us buttheads I am but a product of your own doing I’ve created a monster, like Father, like Son Sins of the past still biting you in the ass Things will never be the same Ever since young, I’ve been plagued with the question: “What now?”

Lost in Space Verse 1 Who am I, if I am lost? Time, you can’t price, but you can’t deny the cost It’s my exhaust to right the wrongs of when I defy the laws Of gravity, when I lift off, despite the thoughts Of blasphemy – catastrophe blasting me rapidly Into the inner galaxy where there’s actually Nothing to grasp hold to, nothing that must hold true And practically nothing that you won’t do Huh, in that case, forget what they told you The more we learn what it’s like to be born Deformed and reborn, the more You won’t be torn between doors, and be sure You aren’t on a detour, as motherboard, your fam, and old man plead for You to get with the program You go stand your own land I’ve never been with the program Chorus I’m lost in a world of my own I’ve crossed, in the whirl of cyclones I fought against the wind to search for my home Why not? Bends begin to merge but I don’t Know where to turn because I roam their high road ways which I don’t face it’s hard to find those places Of refuge I’d dwell then recues myself instead I refuse to lose myself and lose my head Verse 2 How can you be yourself when you don’t know who you are? If you have to ask for help, then you know you’re too far Go shoot through the stars to see, learn yearning Departure, forgot to consider it’s a harder journey Back, unless you’re not returning Either way, you’ll never forget the scars you’re earning On your face, so face it now while spacing out? Pacing round, breaking down, no gaining ground without Pain endowed, waiting “how long must I sustain in doubt?” Maintaining it out where no one’s upstairs Even if I cried, no one could hear The screams, or the slow run of tears So I don’t much care if my ass just stays On the sofa – just there as I wait To pass away After all, I’m going nowhere fast they say Verse 3 Earth to Malik, Earth to Malik, Where are you going? What do you seek? I don’t know just what to do Oh, but once I do, you would be The first to know, taken by the depths Of the deep, side effects were irreversible I invest in the need to critique the worlds by the best But see the worst of both, burst bubble The greenest grasses by the fence, they were for show Yes, they were for sure, of course I should’ve known sooner In order to go U-turn To come home, after you stumble Out on your own, it’s good to know you’ve hung on To decide it’s wisest when I could buy into the likeness Of identity crisis Because my entity’s lifeless (Final) This is where I go This where I stand This is all I know This is who I am This is where I go This where I stand This is all I know This is who I am This is where I go This where I stand This is all I know This is who I am This is where I go This where I stand This is all I know This is who I am...

Eternal Darkness Verse 1 The blackness is miraculous, but half of it’s confusing illusion of perception Refusing to move in the direction illuminating us Expecting answers you question? Can’t rush perfection And once the quest’s in momentum for the box of Pandora, No one could close it up, for a moment or temporarily So it’s the moment of truth, sparingly use your wits to wager your favorite of favored outcomes How come? Wow come on, now son! If I seek answers, let’s not be naïve Now we’d like to think soul searching isn’t the blessing or curse it is, of course it is! The coarseness essentially proves what you’re purpose is mean to be, Assess your worthless existence eventually ascending me with perseverance mentally Why? Well to be honest, because… Chorus If there’s anything that I’ve learned in your planet, it’s that there isn’t a thing acquired for granted Because nothing comes easy, usually, but we think “must be me” What we see’s eternal darkness Internal darkness is necessary to assess the environment, if I’m confined in it Comprehending enlightenment upon defining it is my intent Defining this temporary darkness in spite of it to find some light in it Verse 2 There inherently are times we stay forever clouded in the dark, and be lost And never found it feels like I’m headed down trips down each dark road Until I reach our globe, we call home we all probe with these false hopes that the result can’t be awful And we’re all for positivity; the best But all of it would be BS That’s right, can you cast bright white in a bad light with a black light flash light If you have sight, then you’d have to see to it even with a bad eye, you’d at last find answers you seek to get; A green ticket one way or another, someday for the other Delays are uncovered If nothing else, expect that, so take a step back for sakes of set backs Don’t take the way you’ve come to make a fake path No matter how vain, it’ll come to pass because… Afterward Yeah, there’s a lot of darkness out there, and it can get to you if you let it But I fear the dark no more. After all, there’d be no darkness without light. It may not be a happy ending. But I’ve come to understand that happiness is a direction, not a destination, so I’ll keep moving. I guess I’ll see you on the other side of the dark side of the moon then.

Listen...or you'll miss it! [Static] Wow, I guess sometimes silence can be a powerful voice...

Psychic Hotline Intro Hello? Is this the psychic hotline? Hell no! I’m not fine, oft I’m Disinterested, thinking about rhythm and reason in my off time I’ve stopped trying to figure life out, I’m not lying Verse 1 I don’t know this dual personality Who goes bursting out of me It just goes to show your mentality Your analogy of life was boxes of chocolates It’s actually more like a tool box – You get used lots of times, abused, lost And screwed enough, just don’t screw it up But if that’s how the shit shat out, you get that brown Big crap while you stay full of shit that’s foul Cut the chit-chat now, look at me like “H-h-how dare you!” And then I’ll tear you a new one, I’d be scared too They’ve got some real crazies out there – koo-koo, nuts Coco for koo-koo puffs The things they do now? Sickening! But they need one more coat of grease and a peeled banana peel to out-slick me Chorus Hello? Is this the psychic hotline? Hell no! I’m not fine, oft I’m Disinterested, thinking about rhythm and reason in my off time I’ve stopped trying to figure life out, I’m not lying I’ve lost the needle in my side since I side with common people But it’s embarrassing with them, rarely sharing the basic similarities All unequal, often evil Not half at 49%, not all that bad Verse 2 But how much longer can I take shit? If life was a bitch, by now, I would have raped it Taken her naked to the basement Asking from what end she wants to take it While I tape it for my personal entertainment And I’m educated, clever enough to sever and stuff the body in the cellar then to Properly dispose of the not-pretty bodily remains responsibly Afterwards, I would be…unremorseful Believe the rumors, , their more true More often than not, if I’m coming for you, I don’t knock, I’m going to walk into your dorm room With you there or not, I’d scare the snot out suckers Like the nightmare you thought I was Unless you’re sleep deprived, Each day you wake up is one less to be alive So most of us need peace of mind If I had any left, I’d give you a piece of mine Sheesh! This guy’s crazy – who knows why he hasn’t dealt With psychiatric help? Verse 3 But not everything’s copacetic – I can’t cope with headaches As a youngling, I was jumping – missed the bed Hit my head instead, the doctor then said “I don’t know how the hell he isn’t dead” That can’t be good like being in Momma’s bladder As a baby while she cut embalmed cadavers Is all of that the reason I’d bring a knife to a gunfight And why you should run like the bitch you are to me I’d split an arm or three, slit your arteries Rip apart your feet and strip your heart for free If you charge a fee, I’ve hardly need for man’s Smith n Wesson’s I’ve done deeds more than myth and legends Dark past, darker future since there is a Chance of becoming an amateur janitor With cleaning canisters I’d be wiping my hienie while peeing urine slow Allow me to polish this turd, my conscious disturbed Damned if I clean turds in bowls, sanitizing urinals as a germaphobe Bickering about degrees because there’s no Assurance so, what the fuck did I earn it for? When I lose it in the first degree, you’re in no Position to listen in prison after asking me “What you’re in for?” Fuck the chorus whore “Hello? Is this the psychic hotline?” Hell no! I’ve stopped trying You don’t mind? It don’t matter You don’t matter, I don’t mind It’s only a matter of time before I take matters in my Own hands, I’ve got some problems But I’ve mentioned all of them Oh, and my cock don’t fit the condoms I got From my old man, so can You buy lots of the ones I got So I can get rid of all them? Why? Why not? No? Damn!