Organized Konfusion - Releasing Hypnotical Gases Lyrics
[pharoahe monch]As you look from whenceforth I come; riding the windThus eliminating competition from birds-eye view, imDescending in helicopters -- in a village raidFlesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenadeIm highly intoxicating your mind -- when Im operatingOn cell walls to membranes, cytoplasms to protoplasmsDisintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battleI display a nuclear ray thatll, destroy bone marrow in cattleThereby destroying the entire food supplyThats crawling with aids, maggots, fliesIts ironic, when a demonic, governmentUtilizes bionics and a six million dollar man to capture meClever, however; you could never ever begin to apprehend a hologramWhos determined to fight solely, to defend in wars a land of the holyI threw i-raq/a-rock and i-ran/i-ranCause I couldnt stand anymore within the depths of the sandSo dont ask me hu-ssein/who-saneCause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain{oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check itNitrogen levels.. check it}[prince poetry]Twenty-thousand leagues down below,Minus one-hundred and forty-three degreesSeize the info, gather the archaelogistsThe aftermath needs to follow this cause its, deepEquivalent to the esophagus, spreads to scientistsA.k.a. optimus prime -- time, television is, deadOn this issue and very much irrelevant to this intuitionDe-leting any alias info and descriptiveMortal calm, partition with infrared light, visionPrecision, beamsColors, reds, fuschias, lime-greensBlack, dont you know my formulas form dope lyricsUplift spirits and yo I hear its fatalTo walk the path of konfusion, where itsTorture some cherish, while most human-like beings perishSubjected to deathTheir bodies dont agree with the hypnotical intellectPoetical acid is burning up fleshAt the end of corridor do you see me sitting thereJohnny more grotesqueLiterature somewhat equivalent to concentrated sodium hyperchlorideInsight, foresight, more sightThe clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnightYou feel nauseousForever you will avoid my royal presence as I step into darkness{now is the time.. to stretch your brain to its maximum}[pharoahe monch]I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I amThe paradox I am, the equinox extending my handInto dimensions to unlock new doorwaysAnd so the light has revealed to me that there must be more waysAnd so I play with rhythms, for something more than a mere gameEnabling me to advance in wisdomWords will exist like vampiresNo need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escapeWith my sanity -- in 2010 every man will beSubject to global warming, formless ovalMillions of locusts swarmingSeek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhymeThe intelligent one, utilizing the mind third visionSurrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brainThe triggering mechanism from which I strikeSight beyond sight, sound beyond soundWhich comes from below the magma, the granite, the groundThe surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashesYour optics will not be able to detectThe deadly hypnotical gasesDamn its hard to breathe!!! but if I got one breath left;Ill suck wind from the valley of death, here I comeFrom the slums of earth to centerI reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shellWalkin 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 blowsVisualize the intros, releasing hypnotical gasesChemicals mixed, fixed, takin it to the sixthRound of poetical warfare; energetically I walk with the flareRampaging like a rock-like figureThroughout the nights atmosphere I swearMy wrist holds mind-trigger darkness cant overshadow meCause of high rate of smashin you, then trashin youAfter Im bashin you, with my hammerWhenceforth passed to me, by odinOccasionally my pro-file is low-key gammaRays brainwashed to transforms meBut I still withhold my hammer, to lift me upFor God still is my upliftorI use this knowledge just to crush the cluster of grifterNight approaches so I proceed in flightBack to the hall of justice as I continue to disintegrate emTranslating the codes in hypnotical languageThen a theta assault steppin up, frontin to be bluntBut Im a radical creator of a poetical hypotheticalMathematical slay slur, punch that, stun that amazes and dazesAnd phases the stranger, with pages of the lost chaptersUnfound factorsSo I stretch like reed richards across the landContinue with reading your e-quilibriumWith concepts that confuse ya, metabolisms fallin offData consider oblivionNow as I walk through the valley of deathIgnorin the battle lashes and gashes and rashesThe atom smashes, cause I released the last hypnotical gases!
