bed of cobras. i thought i told ya...s age of the red dragon year of the serpent you know the prophesies youre living in the acropolis you headed for apocalypse shit im bout to get roman on ya open up the tomb on ya send you back to the womb a ya send u back to your mother oh ya i can no longer be your brother oh no there are other worlds than this... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...EXIST ill chain you to the abyss the bottomless pit the bottomfeeders are pissed follow the flow of the commerce megabytes get turned into dollars ask all of the scholars that got turned into martyrs i roll over borders, i do not take orders this state of disorder aint worth a quarter order out of chaos its one massive seance blood falls like raindrops youre going to need a rainbox or some divine sunshine opened up your 3rd eye i view the world through a birds eye im the feathered serpent eating his tail guy its a hoax, youre a joke i smoke...you choke youre not very devoted youre language is sugarcoated it disguises the lies of Apple pies, and baseball for uncomfortable truths,which no one denies yall if you wouldnt tell lies no one would get hurt ill sell you an eight ball for the price of a t-shirt you weak, but im stronger than dirt your attention they avert the political system they purvert they got it all twisted just like a pretzel mustard on my bezel, matter of fact i got several are we talking rollies, or are we talking beef you spit out a verse homie, but it sounds incomplete excuse me, dont use me, or abuse me theres a short fuse on me dont light it, or bite it, you wanna fight it there you go, you can finally try it and buy it, deep fat fry it, cherry pie it never deny it, and never say never cuz thats a long time matter of fact thats forever, in song time theres a long line and your at the back take a number, take a nap youre snoozing, youre losing control you fell in to the trap like a wolf in the fold dont lose your foothold your ass will get bulldozed youre just a footnote and im the body of work i lurk in the mirk of the berserk you shirk the work, im the boss youre still just a salesclerk on comission damn right this is a competition this is a tradition this is a limited edition im a magician casting spells, ringing bells, bringing hell into your world, into your cell. youre an inmate, and im the warden have a seat and ill tell you your fortune its unfortunate, this corporate shit ill give it to you straight up, i gotta admit it dont look good, you wont like the outcome, your at the bottom of a mountain and im at the peak, youre weak im strong, my song, hear me speak