[Verse 1]
  When you enter my house of worship
  Ya crucifix I doubt it only Christianity
  Y'all recognize this my man Christ album
  Flip the pages of Isis Papers killin' racist
  Federal agents, roll up rockin' masks with they techs
  Computer matrix classified access throw on ya gas mask
  The devil's bash flash reflected off the lights gats blast
  (Hopes to those) Leavin' ya inner deep with ya chromosomes blown
  Roamin' the catacombs of the phantom zone
  (Ask yourself) How can we obtain true equality
  When the value and price of life is less than technology?
  They tryna call this a civil-ization
  But what the hell is civilized about buildin' weapons and space stations
  Cease and just call it what it really is
  A technologically barbaric society like the Ancient Romans
  I see the writing on the wall
  The devil killed the righteous man
  but now the rest'll take the savage beast to war
  
  [Verse 2]
  Remember rules of ancient, crusty like basements, study like spaceships
  Ain't no probin' wid metal processors temperature placements
  Teeth of a dragon, face of a lion
  Children of Zion half bleeds who defacate iron
  Burnt in flames we firin' robots and the bible insane
  Unknown intelligence son to the sun we're astral residents
  Bigger than rap let's make this album decadence
  Turn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel Aviv
  Buildin' the food pyramid type heart with the left plate
  Confess stay, raw like stones on my breastplate
  It seems to me they all had hands in Nazi thievery
  It's ninety six brothers use brains at low frequencies
  One time for sharp kids, killers do biblical
  There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical
  Break through, I be on the search for other niggaz
  Race haters and prostitutes just as sinful as jail niggaz
  
  [Verse 3]
  Accept the phat beats that's filled with ghetto philosophy
  Beatlovers and derelicts plus servant stenographers
  The way they take my words to the throat and dictate 'em
  To they man, like they was in the lab and just made 'em
  From scratch but we can catch you on that parade
  Cause in the end you sound like wax
  That ten other emcees made
  I'm throwin' shade to the willow
  When you weepin' on the pillow
  We'll know when it's time for finger prints
  To be rubbed out with Brillo skills
  Go through changes includin' cats that rearrange 'em
  So if you hold my skills for ransom better kill 'em fore I claim 'em
  I don't see Jehovah tellin' you that it ain't over
  My carb take the eye of the storm, through this soldier
  Sworn to defend the faith rap monk in New Tibet
  If you want the holy doctrine tell 'em we this crew to get
  Now who's next, uh, it's Non-Phixion, Non-Phixion