Prophecy is a form of revelation.

We ain't talkin' about the Armageddon, we talkin' about the future, motherfucker!

Look, listen, kneel, pray, look!

Kneel.

Pray.

Look.

Listen.

Kneel.

Pray.

Look.

Listen.

Kneel.

Pray.

Mercy.

Yo.

Yo, millennium tale Watch out now, the pendulum's frail 21st century's gotten stale Study advancement and the masses will prevail

Pentium cranium with the dim glow Open the cat in the claw heaven Staring out of my window, anticipation Ransacking your brain stem With no consideration for the divine creation Handheld scanners and micro-sized cameras Transistor lifter with cryptic Y2K Hip-hop portable blitzer Fuck unsigned hype, unknown as a silent type pound fist on eternal damnation night You scan and thread beams from the retina Exposing the future, unknown to the year Relaxing on digital desert islands

Listen, kneel, pray.

Look, listen, kneel, pray.

Look.

Listen.

Kneel.

Listen.

Kneel.

Spray it.

Mercy.

Yo.

hit planets ignite ruinous index right to the string apparatus patrolling masses newfound bastards ass of the masses we thought mud holes people's asses should blast past this cosmos

Fucking detonating like sleepwalking.

It's closing.

Unknown corrosions.

Meet with an expert to press your hoses.

Soul's picked from the guitar, so shoot, stop blazing me.

Every time I lick a string, fiery bullets start raising me, making me immune to all cocoon, physical forcing, retorting.

Surviving despite oxygenic losses, I live with a holy potion So I'm slaughtering the wicked, though we live with it This untraceable parable is guaranteed, assassinate the president For the life of being God, set for the regiment Man nutrition, while sucking milk from the chest of intuition Holy shit is no longer lawful, we reside in ego pendulum

wisdom and sin mixing the snow and sun that ended soon to come

Look, listen, kneel, pray.

Look, listen, kneel.

Wait!

Look!

Listen!

Great Mercy!