The Extinction Agenda Lyrics

The Extinction Agenda
 lyrics

...the extinction agenda... 
 
...the extinction agenda... 
 
Back is the incredible O-R, G-to-the-A 
N-I, Z-E, D with a K 
O-N-F-U-S-to-the-I-O-N 
 
Verse One: Prince Poetry 
 
Emerging up, to another level, there I stand 
Hand to hand rap combat black 
Back in the land I expand data for the wack 
leaving multilated bodies lacerated limbs grim sites 
And new jacks, pick up six and grab the ore 
Dig deep into the ghetto (absorb) 
I take you to a new realm 
Levitating above the norm anticipating me to pick up 
seven more new jacks and commencing with others fading 
(so how dare you question) 
The original aborigine 
In the vicinity the city's committing consider me 
The trilogy of terror, whatever I do I bring light 
You're blinded by the glare of the trendsetter 
Beware when I strike, blueprints like no other 
The soldier of fortune, the undercover 
Rebel of rap attackin the ones who's attackin blacks 
I'm on a mission of peace, I make tracks 
Elevate with the almighty God in front of me 
Teach seeds in the hood the truth, the wannabe 
competitor will have no other choice but to surrender 
Can't stand the pressure, the extinction agenda 
 
Chorus: repeat 2X 
 
The Extinction Agenda, hah! 
The Extinction Agenda, uhh. 
The Extinction Agenda, uhh 
The Extinction Agenda, uhh 
 
Verse Two: Pharoahe Monche 
 
I'm the poetical poltergeist I heist tracks from the past 
 
And return em to the present time in rhyme form 
What was once dead is now resurrected on the record 
And the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding 
For my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding 
Nightfall, I stop the rook, then I'm looking for 
the original book which contains the words of God 
Six hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen 
without being seen by the pawns 
Call me Bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn 
pawn takes knight, knight takes queen 
Queen takes the original King James version 
I'm surgin up when I'm emergin 
False clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin 
wind to save the lease 
Who can you trust when a priest is now the beast? 
(who?  what?  why?) 
I'm the assassinator of rap 
Hit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shot 
Get you sit you down, let you know I never get dropped 
When I flip-flop hip-hop, when I wreck shop (nigga) 
I move, with the finesse and the smoothness 
Even inside of the grooves of a record, check it 
Check it again, check it again, check it again 
Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then 
Gimme one-hundred percent credit 
Let it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tive 
I said it and I read it twelve in your bloodstream 
Let it live 
The verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders 
In the realm of the extinction agenda 
 
Chorus