Turn your head to the Heavens
and see a billion arrows in billowing flames,
I’m The King Of The Ill and Hallowed Been Mine Name
and nothing’s gonna be the same
once your world gets this rap acupuncture,
ooh that smarts, right off the charts
but lemme tell ya, it’ll do more than fix
the wobbly wheel on your spiritual shopping cart,
It transforms you aerodynamically,
give thanks as I amplify with a stampede of power,
these wild horses seem satanic, it’s easy to see
they’re still dripping wet from the sinister shower,
never stop until it’s washed away
‘cause They made this April Easter wish,
so come here and splish in the abyss,
splash in the vastness of endless vistas,
I hope you took your old paradigm and kissed it goodbye
while it shifts into a new position,
this is happening while you listen,
Now I know you may hear
just a little ring in your ear,
King Gregree, I’ve been sent here
by the Mary Hare to tear you away
from the way that leads to the slay,
Ho-Ho-Horrible melees may lay ahead,
think about that, raise from malaise Hagar
and pull the dagger out of your back,
I stared down The Eye, it was beady as shit,
those lizards got pissed like “what’s the meaning of this?!?!”
but this magic trick can’t be figured out by the wicked,
well actually, you can understand if you mean
“wicked awesome” like Boston slang,
I’m slanging dopeness like I’m Escobar,
I’m the best that’s ever been and so far there’s no star
that’s ever shined as bright as this,
I appeared in The Owl’s Nest,
She woke me up with a kiss and spoke to me with Her eyes,
I know I heard a rattlesnake,
It occurred to me that even in the nursery
I knew how to make curses come alive,
I’m the Natural Mystic and with ease
an infinity of seething energy keeps slithering out of me,
I’m withering the smothering weed,
the Acorn is now the newly born Tree Of Life,
slicing through to Act Two with a rap sacrificial knife
Now I know you may hear
just a little ring in your ear,
King Gregree, I’ve been sent here
by the Mary Hare to tear you away
from the way that leads to the slay,
Ho-Ho-Horrible melees may lay ahead,
think about that, raise from malaise Hagar
and pull the dagger out of your back,
Actually, you should act truly
and loosen the hold that the unruly has over you
because no one has rule save for what gave you your life,
I believe I see the white of The Eye,
I’m so sick, my rhymes give it a stye of phenomenal proportions,
you’re nodding off and I’m Horus rappin till I’m hoarse,
kick the pail high ho silver blade,
I made a slice with the serrated nice and slow,
the Ice Maiden serenaded Me where the cold wind blows,
She called Me “Majesty” and another part of my anatomy
“Bergerac De Cyrano” and when She says those words,
She’s certainly not talking about my nose you know,
Do-Si-Do with The Devil my dear,
Steer headed Pan is standing right here,
King Horus connecting the Ouroboros Ring
through your collective ears
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