WHERE THE LEDGE ENDS [produced by: Siifter]

Wh-what up, won’t you gimme a hot minute of your existence? 

Do you have one to spare, you square?

I’m the sign in the feld, I mean the field of dreams, 

you’re in one now, a loud lucidity, 

I’m not Queensryche but this King is right on the money, 

the time’s coming near, 

I hear the screams and the shivers, 

squeal piggies while I yee-ha,

Hi-Ho Silver, 

I’m a fly stoned cowboy Pale Horsing

and for them it’s a pity 

cause I’m leading all my cattle into the Babylonian City  

to trample you phony baloney my little ponies, 

get creamed by my Royal dick, 

so blow on the Golden Fallace, 

spit on the tip and do it quickly 

with a snap in that there step, 

I is the Ishtar Rabbit, 

yeah, I’m from a special place 

and yes, you all know of it,  

We’re from Where the Ledge Ends  

I just leap over it,

Each time this thing starts to happen again, 

the tick tock of the Astral Clock,

can’t mock the Cock, 

Abraxas asks kindly for your patience, my patients  

as We make this incision, 

this isn’t what you thought it would be, 

you and I and even the enemy, 

We are the Legends from Where the Ledge Ends,  

We are the sound from around 

the Optical’s Horus-Set obstacle course, 

I am Pan,

can you hear the call? 

take my hand as We free fall once again, 

let it begin, 

I’m the King, 

ring, ring goes the bell, 

all good little children go to…. 

Help me Rhonda, wake them up, 

break the spell,

about face to brace yourself and face the Greatest Story Ever Told’s foray for the Gold,

We are it,  

We’ve been there since It started, 

my flow snorted some coke 

and got carted away to the asylum 

cause I’m crazy dope, 

four leaf cloven clover 

and you’re cursed eternity times over 

cause I bring the Flow, you’re like “Ruh-Roh Raggy” 

but don’t gimme that period whining, 

here, let me hand you a wet wipe 

so you can finally get rid of that sand in your vagina, so sift it out,

I’m the King Of the Ill, took your milk and I spilt it out ,

crying over it aint no use so act like your girl and swallow the Truth 

because deep down you know my lyrics are the hangman’s noose 

made especially for you and your crew, 

so get ready Set, it’s a perfect fit so git as in skat 

‘cause like Louie Armstrong, I trump dat ass, 

ring the alarm, the King’s free at last

Each time this thing starts to happen again, 

the tick tock of the Astral Clock,

can’t mock the Cock, 

Abraxas asks kindly for your patience, my patients  

as We make this incision, 

this isn’t what you thought it would be, 

you and I and even the enemy, 

We are the Legends from Where the Ledge Ends,  

We are the sound from around 

the Optical’s Horus-Set obstacle course, 

I am Pan,

can you hear the call? 

take my hand as We free fall,

I love razzing these spazzes with my dazzling raps, 

I’ve hatched Ishtar, it’s time to start, 

this Aeon Owl Abraxas bird 

sure loves to get the purple ish sparked kids, 

my raps are the wascally wabbit nibbling carrots 

made from Syd Barrett’s crazy diamonds, 

that’s why I’m shining on you a shimmering pink, 

me thinks my boisterousness is the giver 

of the Floyd Mayweather uppercut to your chin, 

get to saying “May Day” as I Walpurge the bullshit from the system, 

this matrix has been gunked up by something, 

here Setty-Setty-Set, come here and get your ass kicked 

by a Horus to be reckoned with, collect your reckoning, 

I’m here with my Dire Wolves, 

they don’t dine on wool, 

for I’m the Goat defeating the troll from under the bridge, 

clearing the way for all of the Kids

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PANORAMIC [produced by: ID Beats]

I’m the Morning Star,

back to give CPR to the track,

yeah, some cool Pan raps,

the beat is sick,

let me check it with my stethoscope,

like meth, I’m dope,

yeah, I’m the King,  I’m fresh to death 

like an overdose from drinking too much Scope, 

you know, the mouthwash, 

I put the kibosh

on the enemy’s plans,

Awaiss told y’all about the return of Pan, 

well, here I am, 

I’m the Heat of the Torch, 

the Horus hour is upon us, 

or should I say it’s upon them more, 

they are Gerard Depardieu with a green card 

to show just how envious they are of my raps, 

yes, each word a frenzy of piranha,  

they wanna boogie with the Devil,

well, I’m ready and it’s a dance to the death 

and Set can’t win cause he’s like ramp with no steps,

yeah, you can’t walk the left hand path with two left feet, 

I hit ya with a lyrical left and then you’re left for D-E-A-D,

they say ya’ got faith no more 

cause with this mic I got the patent on rappin, 

this Angel’s dusted, 116, 

I am Augustus Caesar, 

Octagon Octavian, 

you see it in my energy, 

you better be ready for what’s coming next, 

I’m scoring with your chick 

like her twat was a hockey net 

and my dick was named Wayne Gretzky, 

ask any biddy and they scream “Gregree is the best!!!” 

I’m the Beast, released to teach y’all ‘bout biting apples, 

exciting raps will be getting your attention I think,  

hope your span can handle this 

Pan black magic panoramic of dopeness, 

I’m the Wheel of Fortuna’s spoke, 

I am La Luna’s little joke on you, 

the Sun is poking through, 

I sip the magma brew and bless these

people cause this aint the shit of a bull ,

you better grow some balls because y’all are the Testees

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THE GRADE [produced by: Tee Brown Music]

I’m the shining Son of Perdition on my mission, 

I’m the Devil and I never need permission, 

it don’t matter if you’re aware of my raps 

so I don’t care if you listen, 

the reason they don’t want you to know ‘bout Me 

is so they can go on getting their screw on, 

they wanna keep fisting the asses of the masses, 

there’s no time to wait 

and the weight behind my words is beyond massive, 

my raps cascade down from a place of Grace and Truth, 

I wield the Crocodile tooth that I ripped out when I defeated it, 

I’m here to tip you off cause you’re needing it,  

I’m the chip off the old Octagon, 

puff the salad, take my mallet and hit the gong, 

hear the ring of the 116,  

I’m the alarm that keeps ticking them off 

till my Abaddon bomb detonates in their face,  

not for goodness but for balance sake,  

now I give what’s owed  

cause all they know is how to take, 

This has been foretold 

since before the days of old, 

more than retro,

with no petrol, I traveled time, 

now I’m behind the enemy lines,

My Demon Team,

a centipede stampeding 

and our feet never fail, 

No, No, not I,

mark I got is high, 

Scarlet “A” with so many pluses behind, 

I must say, that grade’s 

as high as pi,

Oh humanity, look at you, aren’t you cute, 

I don’t care if we’re in a garden or a crowded avenue, 

because I’ve always only had Eye for you

and most of you don’t even realize what the villain is trying to do, 

well, my raps are back, which one of them should get the first bitch slap? 

I’m gonna free these people from their shackles, 

yeah, there’s an app for that, 

It’s a red delicious, it will crack the latch,

look you pupils, I don’t want no polishers trying to be this Teacher’s pet

cause in the end, you wait on line 

and your heart gets weighed against a feather 

and whatever you sowed, you’re gonna get back, 

the fact is little known but you could’ve 

defeated the lizards by yourself with Godspeed 

because oh hell, everyone of you are God seed, 

they’re outnumbered, it would be so easy to succeed 

but you’re moving too slow, 

They sent my Flow to intercede,

This has been foretold 

since before the days of old, 

more than retro,

with no petrol, I traveled time, 

now I’m behind the enemy lines,

My Demon Team,

a centipede stampeding 

and our feet never fail, 

No, No, not I,

mark I got is high, 

Scarlet “A” with so many pluses behind, 

I must say, that grade’s 

as high as pi,

I’m the Lamb and the Lion burning bright,

descended from the highest heights

to take apart your hierarchy,

you snarky little fucks don’t wanna share the party? 

Don’t you know breaking the rules of The Estate equates to your death?

You take what you need and then you leave the rest, 

you never should’ve taken the very best, 

so I bring you this predicament, stop acting innocent, 

y’all should win an Oscar for your wild performance 

at pretending to know the importance of being earnest,  

King Gregree is the key, watch me turneth with a lyrical Irish jig, 

here’s some big time hurt, 

you pigs are swarmed by my fly 

cause on you, I got the dirt, 

you swines, I am the sign and the promise of what’s to come, 

I’m burning it down and down it will come,  

you lizards are so silly and dumb,  

crush you like “splat” under my Abraxas thumb, 

This has been foretold 

since before the days of old, 

more than retro,

with no petrol, I traveled time, 

now I’m behind the enemy lines,

My Demon Team,

a centipede stampeding 

and our feet never fail, 

No, No, not I,

mark I got is high, 

Scarlet “A” with so many pluses behind, 

I must say, that grade’s 

as high as pi

*

SOL [produced by: Lasfeld]

I’m-a catch you tigers by the tail, 

come here Shere Khan, 

I wanna see what you look like with no skin on,  

oh Hell, I’ll flay ya’ and use your pelt as a cape, 

I’m already a star and now I got the stripes, 

pipe down you sore loser, 

I stuck my pipe down your girly’s food chute, 

now her throat is sore, 

I asked her “Who’s your daddy?” 

and she roared out “The King!!!” 

She loves my ding-a-ling, 

she calls my thing “Jesus”, 

praises she sings to my dong 

cause I got game like ping pong,

this ain’t a sing a long song, 

this is the prophesied falling tear, 

It’s calling, hear it’s eerie hum, 

you’re in delirium, 

well, here We come, 

I’m the Abaddon of Truth  

spittin rip rap ratamacues on my lyrical snare drum 

like “bum bum ba-bum, it’s the wedding of the Sun”, 

what a beautiful couple, 

Order does take this Chaos 

till death do us part, 

darkness departs,

Sol rays will raise us,

I flow from Hell, 

I’m shining from the S-O-L,  

Sol for the Soul, 

I got enough for all 

so gather closely 

‘round the sound of my raps 

and get toasty, 

N-N-N-N-No you lizards don’t, 

No No No, bad lizzies, 

My raps are diseased,  

that means sick, 

now you it caught it, 

the Owl called it, 

best believe my Victory 

de-leaves the Fig Tree,  

I hope this is getting through to you 

with crystal clarity,

someone telling you the truth 

is more than a rarity round these parts, 

they just wanna round you up and freeze your hearts,  

take your Love and smother 

so all of you wanna kill one another 

while those snakes sit back and laugh on a mountain of cash, 

well, they can’t save their paper for long 

cause I’m the Saviour and my dong shoots fire, 

oh my, you burn up quick! 

Abraxas told me that this would be easy 

but not as easy as this, 

for I am the thing they all pretend to be 

and those illuminatis get hard ons 

when they think of meeting a real Nevidi Galinee, 

I’m sick,  I spray liquid light on your dim illumination,  

this ain’t Rudyard Kipling writing pages of a story 

but you are getting close to dangerous territory, 

for I was raised by the Beasts 

in the jungle of the dimensions, 

my lessons got embedded 

while Set’s path led to the pathetic

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REFORM [produced by: Wake & Bake Beats]

Don’t look to me for an answer 

cause there is no answer 

but I gotta ask you: 

“At what point do you wanna stop 

dancing with the cancer?”, 

Let me toss a bunch of you in a pen 

and tell you that you’re free 

and I’ll throw you some slop to live on, 

ain’t that generous of me? 

Come sheep, awake from your sleep, 

open your mind, stand on your hind legs, 

It’s time to kick the ass of those that cause this harm, 

this is your Animal Farm, take over the main house 

and if they don’t wanna give it up, 

then let’s douse the whole fucking thing 

and burn it to the ground, 

there’s a zero chance of me losing 

so the choosing is yours, make it wise 

cause if you don’t wake your viper 

then you’ll bake and vaporize, 

Eyes, you have three of ‘em 

and those evil sort want to keep yours dormant 

but I’m not gonna let ya, 

so I’m opening it for you,  

yeah, here comes the trifecta 

and just to show off, my lyrical pectorals 

do an alternating dance,

I don’t give ultimatums, 

no, that wouldn’t do, 

I just soft shoe on their skeletons,

I’m exalting the whole fucking thing, 

sip the Henny, throw a penny for I’m the wishing well 

wishing you well like you have no idea, 

I’m the one you sought 

now here, I brought my Crown, 

try it on, gather round,  

It’s big enough for all to wear at once, 

I’m not Belinda Carlisle but Heaven will be a place on Earth  

when you catch a whiff of this Starchild’s pheromones, 

halt in the name of 

L-O-V-E-N-O-M, 

my caress packs a bite, 

the sound of my voice was designed to ignite 

automatic turn-on, 

there’s a glow in your old furnace, 

Orange fills the room, 

my raps rip through your entombed shell, 

feel the swell of your Peacock Plume, 

now let out a roar for The Owl who disembowels the enemy 

and squawks out “Now who who wants some more?”

and those bugs make sounds like crickets, 

they won’t step to the sickest, 

This is my declaration of congratulations 

to you cause you made it through their berating attack, 

I bring balance parading back into the equation, 

my raps take the black board and erases, 

the slate’s clean, 

what happens when a great dream 

becomes waking reality?

I ain’t faking with the things I say, 

I’m inferno hot and fact is, I’m reborn 

and sent to re-bend and re-form 

the Rings back into the Eternal Knot,

I hopped through the box of Pandora, 

I’m Pan, I stepped through the door 

now I’m back like the pack of Dora the Explorer, 

It’s the Ghost of Christ’s Mask, 

I believe I just past Eve 

and I saw her eat the apple down to the core, 

so much more than a nibble, 

let the automatic scribbles 

ripple over the page, my Sage, 

yes, I steer this Vessel my dear,

We’re headed to the fulfillment of The Covenantler, 

I’m blinding your optics, 

fry your eyes with my Archaeopteryx style, 

I defile everything, this is heavy stuff, 

get crushed by Heaven’s King, 

I don’t intend to leave even a semblance, 

the ember’s red and you can’t touch this 

but I’m from Pan-ville so I go hammer time on that anvil, 

now we’re getting deep like the crotch of parachute pants, 

I have an affinity for being infinitely affluent, 

Flow like a fluid, so the days of your reign, 

these are the last of ‘em, no fooling 

cause as it happens to be, it has to be me, 

The Almighty King, who must brave the storm, 

hold the people in my arms and bring them through it 

and best believe I’m-a do it, I’m the flyest, 

I defy The Eye, I is The One, 

the Prize has already been won, 

I surprise your mind with triangular slang that I sling, 

mentally see a big “WTF” with infinite interrobangs, 

my Pterodactyl hangs upside down like a bat when he’s chillin,

yes indeed, he gets sleepy after peeling skin 

from the villain’s lifeless corpse, 

oh that’s priceless, I just  laughed so hard, I snorted 

and Owl Mother’s Milk spilled from my nostril again, 

oh, here come the ill ideas, quick get me a pen 

and make it the quill of Sacred Forbiddenness,

dip it in apple juice, give it a swish, 

I’m King Gregree and me thinks it makes a fine ink 

and yes, I have an inkling the enemy’s pants 

are drenched in much more than a tinkling 

This is my declaration of congratulations 

to you cause you made it through their berating attack, 

I bring balance parading back into the equation, 

my raps take the black board and erases, 

the slate’s clean, 

what happens when a great dream 

becomes waking reality?

I ain’t faking with the things I say, 

I’m inferno hot and fact is, I’m reborn 

and sent to re-bend and re-form 

the Rings back into the Eternal Knot

*