the embodiment of demonic occupant of the abyss
I'm dropping this for the sick like audiences at a zombie flick
I personify un-godliness
the ominous beast spitting venom in a toxic stream of consciousness
my origin is not the ordinary norm
I was born in a storm on a disgusting mortuary floor
could have ended up as just another corpse
but forces from below sent me on my course
Fubar:
I'm a legend with a sword, one of the multitude of weapons I adore
that will sever during war
beheading you for sport, cut open your body with the intention to explore
intestines on the floor
I will never be ignored, I'm ready for whatever is in store
I'll be rapping 'til I'm seventy or more
it's my destiny, fuck whatever destiny is yours
enjoy your eternity in heaven with the Lord
ILLtemper (Chorus):
enjoy your death you only get one
no more breath you ought to sit son
except your fate time close your eyes
your clock ran out you have no more time
enjoy your death you only get one
no more breath you ought to sit son
except your fate time close your eyes
your clock ran out you have no more time
Ben Dead:
educated in the art of ancient mysticism
scriptures written in the blood of sacrificial victims
beyond the limits of the laws of physics
apacolyptic lyricism is a part of my artistic vision
I'll make the universe afraid, the truth I'm trying to convey
is not even a crucifix will keep you safe
I'm not the one you want to provoke
staring closely at your throat like Lugosi in a cloak
Fubar:
homie you're a joke, lowest of the low
either show me you are dope or I'll open up your throat
I'm Jason with a flow up in his dome
you're liable to call the police yelling a goalie's in your home
people know me as the goat, lonely is the throne
you'll die slow from just a tiny dose of what I wrote
just stay the hell away from me I chose to be alone
ticking time bomb ready for the moment I explode
ILLtemper (Chorus):
enjoy your death you only get one
no more breath you ought to sit son
except your fate time close your eyes
your clock ran out you have no more time
enjoy your death you only get one
no more breath you ought to sit son
except your fate time close your eyes
your clock ran out you have no more time
UK label Def Pressé taps legendary New York hip-hop producer Blockhead for the fifth installment of their KPM Crate Diggers series. Bandcamp New & Notable May 5, 2024