it's the under see levels of the ninth Chambers of hell Centro the magistic master of the verbum et audeus the words of gold dragon slayer when I spit. blood out the eye ball devil horn lizard anciant diosyqui state of mind sound breath with the iron crome tongue it sticks you in the sternum don't trip here to explain the ways how howl to pick the lock from the dungeon. like a thief in the night gain Dominion over the appointed tomb of your flesh and bone the greater good of the destination of the soul I be that one dude you least expect out of the blue south side Mexican under the Virgin de guaralupe old grandma's boy I ain't rite I ain't left I'm still the Grand Master wizard holy warlock of the Christ Masiah I come back from the ancient history that here of me and it came to pass the sleeping giant holy Mexican spirit in my native land of aztlan I see snares of the devil in these times let's me know something my enemie can't hide from the original spirit from the kingdom I be slicein through um with that bladed sword sycological warfare with them and the spirits all my enemies huddle together to plot mischief againts me causing conflict for I must be over takin over the demon of wrath eather way even our own trying to make it our destiny to be for life in the Prison were the Mexican prophet of the faith can overtake the unlock the the darkstate of mind curse of ol Satan I be that holy Mexican most hated in the land but as long Grandma loves me doing my acta sanctorum to or my grandma get through the gates of the kingdom of God I do my best work were God can see me under the sun with all my love