Jedi Mind Tricks Omnicron Lyrics

Omnicron Lyrics

[Riley Martin sample]

I told them of the Hale Bop comet 7 years ago...

It is running if you will notice on our sensors

we have picked up a ship beneath it ...of great dimensions...

All we are trying to do, us humans, is that we shall not die so soon



[Apathy the Alien Tongue]

Over the earth I hover

Spinning whirlwinds in Wheatfield's

While my force fields repel four winds for broken seals

Numbered Sedative

Bending my brethren, breaking bread with Yeshua

In Bethlehem,

The last tribal star soul the alien Seth Alam

The devil bears the pentagram, a wormhole/ hologram

My body slams man with the heavy grams

Lay the beat down;

Make big connections to the Son of Sam and Uncle Sam

So SamIam keep ya fuckin eggs and ham!

Performing alien brain scans and spiritual exams

While the mother ship lands on holy land

My mental expands with plans to span through the galaxy

I land in farmers crops spelling out the name ‘Apathy'

Speaking my name is blasphemy, so call me your majesty

Majestic phonetics begin to affect your reality

Religiously, I mystically chant and recite on mic's

At astronomical Heights

Guided by the northern lights

Poltergeist, masquerade as Christ, entice like Heidi Fleiss

Trying ta put the righteous on ice

You're a holographic device, and simply see through

Robotic like R2D2, I'm original like Hebrews

And 144,000 people meant Allah's blessing can keep you

Form gargoyles like Tin Foil they sit upon ya steeple!



Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?

Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?

Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?

Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?



[Ikon the verbal Hologram aka Vinnie Paz]

Biophysical Biosphere;

Witchdoctor unlocked the cobra spitting venom I adhere!

I stand here with the hearts of the Meek

I bring pain, camel clutch, Iron sheik

Order of the Golden Dawn

I have warned;

Of biochemical implants in heads of the unborn!

Lion of the tribe of Judah;

The root of David

Five Tibetan rites are rejuvenation A Sacred

Master Yehi, All die under the staff;

Or get burned like Betty Shabaz and I will laugh

Demons at dimensional doorways come through this

But I will have you hanging from a tree like you was Judas

Violent Buddhist

The Higher Arc decaton

Revelations of the Megatron

I form Voltron;

With elements of Tai Chi

Doing battle with seven heads and ten horns is me!

The hologram!

Travel I through space portals

My soul cannot be imprisoned or trapped by mere mortals

Torture them!

With the pain of scorpion stings

Spitting lightning

‘Lord of the Rings', I brings

Diagrams, of hallways and pyramids of the pharaohs

Tribe Green

Mecca's warrior holding arrows

Contorting; poly-wharfing and aborting

The souls of the MC's who I've made ghosts to do my haunting...



Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?

Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?

Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?

Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?



[Sun Pharaoh]

Scientifical madness, eliminating masses with mathematical tactics

Strategic, electronical

Weaponry, fucking up your anatomy!

Insanity- inviting me

Atomically bombing thee, fraudulent MC's

Escorting he;

With battle strategy

Confusion weaponry, cause fatalities

Intergalactic tactics, shine like metallics

With mathematics I leave ya whole clique splattered

Pharaoh's the savage



(Ikon the verbal Hologram)

The Verbal Core



(Sun Pharaoh)

Causing Comatose It's

Transporting dope shit, through sleep way;



(Ikon the Verbal Hologram)

...Hypnosis!



[Sun Pharaoh]

Try to approach this, I stalk prey like Vultures

And feast on the carcass of any ‘lyrical artists'

I'm sick with, this Scientifical madness

Pharaoh the seventh sign causing world disaster

Cerebral master , Iron Killer Guerrilla

Verbal Flames I spit them through your chest , Like Tequila

Constructing ya Art of War like Sun Tzu

Death becomes you, As I run through

MC's like Battering rams, you overstand;

Sun Pharaoh- and the motherfucking Hologram!



Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?

Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?

Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?

Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue?