Exertions Remix

[Ikon the Hologram]

You get split in fucking half

The Ikon the Hologram wrath

But I am the center inside the placenta of math

You clash with cyanide gas and die fast

Rythmical equivalent of solids, liquids and gas

We smash your science, with the power of Lord Titus

But I am the virus inside of the iris of Cyrus

Upon papyrus

I kill snipers and body vipers

And strangle you with the organs of rioters who try to fight us

Call me your highness

And sip the blood from the phoenix

Who's guilty like the Jews in the crucifixion of Jesus

Murder the heathens

And perish in a pit of cobras

Word is bond, my rhymes form into a swarm of locusts

Provoke us

And face the Zodiac killers

Five Samurai, do or die, fire spitters

Heavy hitters, from the lands of Sudan

Killadel Shambala Ikon the Hologram

What?

[Virtuoso]

All religions fear ?Miguel?

My strikes are fatal, to your style

That's infantile like prenatal

Your mic's a child

That's getting fucked by a wild pedophile

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So suck my genitals you punk bitch

I'm the general

Concocting verbs out of chemicals

Leave you bloody like menstrual

Cycle, my rap rifle blasts open any beat you throw

Virtuoso flows like an ocean through an archapelago

[Esoteric]

At a glance yo my battle stance rattles champls like an avalanche

Crabs don't have a chance you sycophants spend your cash advance grabbin a lance try

to joust with the conqueror

Stompin the pawns that sponsor ya

Onto the crucifix

I chew ya crew to bits like Mucelix or computer chips

Who can dis the pugelist?

Rappers tried, and now they calcified up in formaldehyde

Your valves canals divide

I scalp hides my names italicized to chastise replicants of nexus 6's excellence