Basic Element - Rage

You know how some cats want you to think they're holy but they're hellish They relish every opportunity they have to embellish The facts, say one thing in your face another behind your back But I ain't goin out like that I'm leavin no stone unturned as I burn down your village and maraud In vain you invoked the name of God but your theory was flawed I don't wanna hear it Jezebel spirit you tried enticin me But the Christ in me rises up with wrath righteously You tried to turn the Page and felt the rage Warfare is waged as we engaged, feel the fury uncaged You can't lobotomize me or sodomize me Get me drunk off your hundred and eighty-proof ninety-percent truth Ten percent lie you were sent by Lord of the flies, but angel of light is the alias he went by It's plain and simple I'm drivin the money changers from the temple And all the sheisty moves that I've seen them pull God is comin back wroth with the slack sloth Imagine your crew geared up in ashes and sackcloth You're straight from hell, you dispel your own truth Changing up like Clark Kent in a phone booth But where's my real ones that do not love their lives unto death I got a blade to your gut and I'm gonna make you say Shibboleth The surface is an immaculate manicured plot While the truth lies forgot under the dirt to rot (Othello, Page One, Braille, Ohmega Watts) Decayed truth spoken, every tooth broken From out of the mouth of madness Destroying your blasphemous tactics shattering your tablets This is an act of correcting (repeat) (Braille) Activate my mic with electric shockwaves Wake you up from your sweet dreams Many speaking filthy lies Sounding intelligent but I'm not impressed or confused My short fuse is lit who is this Braille spittin truth to influence you to quit Your day job stay off the microphone If God ain't pleased with your words then leave it alone (Othello) Let me start off by stating while the world's fading yo I'm creating Promptly grab the mic to execute my mission statement Basic but basically capable of changing and rearranging the art Of making music from the heart I spark With Christ-inspired thoughts and pray never to be a has been So intricate that in sifting it you come up with mad gems The sin of men and women who pretend to have it all Together lie in your face and together they will fall Emcees with truth decay the worst display of halitosis Wacktose intolerant I'm bothered by the most if Not all the pseudo synthetic attempts to creativity this industry endorses Ignorant lyricists spitting nonsense Lost in space time relevance elements Raped, battered and bruised, shoved to the bottom of the sea like sediment Twenty thousand leagues beneath Underground preserved from insulated heat designated beat Downs with unique sounds on crews that represent weak so to speak With leaps and bounds around the middle my pedestal Splits in two unfortunate but true While you lay claim to diamond-studded items during open mic abuse