Organized Konfusion - The Extinction Agenda lyrics

The extinction agenda the extinction agenda
Back is the incredible O-R, G-to-the-A
N-I, Z-E, D with a K o-N-F-U-S-to-the-IO-N

Emerging up, to another level, there I stand
Hand to hand rap combat black
Back in the land I expand data for the wack
Leaving mutilated bodies lacerated
Limbs grim sites
And new jacks, pick up six and grab the ore
Dig deep into the ghetto (absorb)
I take you to a new realm
Levitating above the norm anticipating
Me to pick up
Seven more new jacks and commencing
With this and fading
(So how dare you question)
The original aborigine
In the vicinity the city's
Committee consider me the trilogy of terror
Whatever I do I bring light
You're blinded by the glare
Of the trendsetter beware when I strike
Blueprints like no other
The soldier of fortune, the undercover
Rebel of rap attackin the
Ones who's attackin blacks
I'm on a mission of peace, I make tracks
Elevate with the almighty God in front of me
Teach seeds in the hood the truth
The wannabe competitor will have no other
Choice but to surrender
Can't stand the pressure
The extinction agenda

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I'm the poetical poltergeist I heist
Tracks from the past
And return 'em to the present
Time in rhyme form what was once dead is now
Resurrected on the record
And the physical words are mere
Residuals for my bidding
For my disposal to dispose of
Who are you kidding
Nightfall, I stuff the rook
Then I'm looking for
The original book which contains
The words of God six hours until dawn
My quest to capture the queen
Without being seen by the pawns
Call me Bishop, bishop takes rook
Rook takes pawn
Pawn takes knight, knight takes queen
Queen takes the original King James version
(check) i'm surgin up when I'm emergin
False clergymen you're urgin me to
Call you a virgin when to say the least
Who can you trust when a
Priest is now the beast?
(who? what? why? and when?)
I'm the assassinator of rap
Hit rip rhyme rap ritual hit
You with my best shot get you sit you down
Let you know I never get dropped
When I flip-flop Hip-Hop, when I wreck shop
(nigga)
I move, with the finesse and the smoothness
Even inside of the grooves of a record
Check it check it again, check it again
Check it again check the metaphors
Make sure they're making sense and then
Gimme one hundred percent credit
Let it, medi tate, in your brain
Like a seda-tive
I said it and I bet it dwells
In your bloodstream let it live
The verses of curses that burst in the
Face of the first time offenders
In the realm of the extinction agenda

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