I’m here to spread the word,
my likeness is known worldwide and shit,
they may have not put my face on currency yet
but I got my eye on it,
got game like peek-a-boo, so I just poked your boo
but I’m not talking ‘bout Facebook,
I’m talking ‘bout the hole in her face,
yeah, I took my big kielbasa, then she blew
like Picasso paintings during that period,
I’m singing the Crazed Harlequin’s tune,
I’m the phase of the moon that harkens
the Falcon awake from the tomb,
I bloomed out of the womb of Inanna
a lyrical Adonis was born, bore a hole through the storm
and the ash into a new Morning at last
You could say I was sent as evidence
that existence isn’t absent of a good old fashioned
“they was asking for it” ass kickin consequence,
I’m from the mind of The Professor, The Great Architect
and unless you’ve met Her yourself…
shut the hell up, the propeller is spinning,
y’all are walking right into it,
I’m the Slithering Falcon
spitting assaults on all,
huh, it’s nobody fault? Wrong! It was yours,
sorry but it’s true in the extreme, more than words,
oh, you little fuckers have been bad
but I don’t get mad, I don’t even get even,
you see, you’ve already belonged to me
from way before Eden,
King Gregree is the Demon
that you’re never defeating
so whenever you chums are done,
let’s get on with the feeding
Take a look and you’ll be able to tell
there’s more talent in King Gregree’s pinky
than there is in the combined clientele of the William Morris agency
cause I’m Horus, your friendly neighborhood Beast,
so get your mark, let’s get Set,
teach him a lesson that he ain’t ever gonna forget,
an eye for an eye, yeah, I owe ya’ one,
and it’s gonna be the big payback,
my raps are James Brown, I’m sonning you clowns
cause Papa don’t take no mess,
you ask do I feel good now that I’ve reclaimed my crown?
well hellz yes! How did I get so fresh?
Well, if you find it too scary to ask my 116 Team
then make like you’re stealing designer jeans
and take a motherfuckin guess and make sure it’s your best
and then maybe you’ll finally deduce
I’m the Tree of Antiquity sinking in my roots
You could say I was sent as evidence
that existence isn’t absent of a good old fashioned
“they was asking for it” ass kickin consequence,
I’m from the mind of The Professor, The Great Architect
and unless you’ve met Her yourself…
shut the hell up, the propeller is spinning,
y’all are walking right into it,
I’m the Slithering Falcon
spitting assaults on all,
huh, it’s nobody fault? Wrong! It was yours,
sorry but it’s true in the extreme, more than words,
oh, you little fuckers have been bad
but I don’t get mad, I don’t even get even,
you see, you’ve already belonged to me
from way before Eden,
King Gregree is the Demon
that you’re never defeating
so whenever you chums are done,
let’s get on with the feeding
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