作词 : Jason McGuire/Otep Shamaya/Mark Bistany/Rob Patterson 作曲 : Jason McGuire/Otep Shamaya/Mark Bistany/Rob Patterson You have 7 more seconds to decipher your life Before my tongue becomes a blade and your brain gets sliced I warned you before, I'm addicted to war I was praying for Armageddon on the day I was born Incite and ignite, cried my muse Elevating IQ's as I enter the room It's elemental, defying gravity With these lyrical miracles and street philosophies It's the chosen child destroying idols like I'm Gideon Manipulating matter, transfer data like a Pentium processor Throw these rocks atcha I be the queen weaving dreams with supreme lectures Infect ya, lyrically dissect ya I got control of your soul so no gods can protect ya I betcha, we can set ya free, best believe That this tribe of mystery was born and bred to conceive Brilliant galaxies of mind expanding poetry Enemies know it's me, armed with mental weaponry Ain't no testing me, the tribe comes prepared to live You're just a drone to the hive, ain't no way you'll survive Ravage, vanquish, mangle, destroy Run for cover, run for cover No one gets out alive Run for cover, run for cover No one gets out alive Ripped at the seams I destroy galaxies Word becomes flesh, I bring nations to its knees So feel the blast as this broadcasts out Any doubt that real rhymes last It's the voice of the apocalypse, the god of war With Osiris' esophagus, an omnivore Take you higher than the Krishna consciousness From Gotham to Metropolis, the lesser gods eradicate the obvious We fight for all of us so get off the ground Weapon systems armed, it's about to go down It's for the crown Ravage, vanquish, mangle, destroy Run for cover, run for cover No one gets out alive Run for cover, run for cover No one gets out alive Craven, there will be blood on my fists, on your face On the ground around us, this is pain, have a taste I'm addicted to the rush of bruises and bloodstains Dark God in my veins, I will hate it all away, no, nothing will remain The enemy is me You weak, ineffectual plebe Even Jesus worships me, I bow down to none Your little light is like a candle, trying to outshine the sun Run for cover, run for cover, run for cover No one gets out alive Inside my mind where heaven and hell collide You won't survive Suck and swallow your pride, suck and swallow your pride No one gets out alive The enemy is me, the enemy is me
作词 : Jason McGuire/Otep Shamaya/Mark Bistany/Rob Patterson 作曲 : Jason McGuire/Otep Shamaya/Mark Bistany/Rob Patterson You have 7 more seconds to decipher your life Before my tongue becomes a blade and your brain gets sliced I warned you before, I'm addicted to war I was praying for Armageddon on the day I was born Incite and ignite, cried my muse Elevating IQ's as I enter the room It's elemental, defying gravity With these lyrical miracles and street philosophies It's the chosen child destroying idols like I'm Gideon Manipulating matter, transfer data like a Pentium processor Throw these rocks atcha I be the queen weaving dreams with supreme lectures Infect ya, lyrically dissect ya I got control of your soul so no gods can protect ya I betcha, we can set ya free, best believe That this tribe of mystery was born and bred to conceive Brilliant galaxies of mind expanding poetry Enemies know it's me, armed with mental weaponry Ain't no testing me, the tribe comes prepared to live You're just a drone to the hive, ain't no way you'll survive Ravage, vanquish, mangle, destroy Run for cover, run for cover No one gets out alive Run for cover, run for cover No one gets out alive Ripped at the seams I destroy galaxies Word becomes flesh, I bring nations to its knees So feel the blast as this broadcasts out Any doubt that real rhymes last It's the voice of the apocalypse, the god of war With Osiris' esophagus, an omnivore Take you higher than the Krishna consciousness From Gotham to Metropolis, the lesser gods eradicate the obvious We fight for all of us so get off the ground Weapon systems armed, it's about to go down It's for the crown Ravage, vanquish, mangle, destroy Run for cover, run for cover No one gets out alive Run for cover, run for cover No one gets out alive Craven, there will be blood on my fists, on your face On the ground around us, this is pain, have a taste I'm addicted to the rush of bruises and bloodstains Dark God in my veins, I will hate it all away, no, nothing will remain The enemy is me You weak, ineffectual plebe Even Jesus worships me, I bow down to none Your little light is like a candle, trying to outshine the sun Run for cover, run for cover, run for cover No one gets out alive Inside my mind where heaven and hell collide You won't survive Suck and swallow your pride, suck and swallow your pride No one gets out alive The enemy is me, the enemy is me
