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Intro. Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Hologram: Ikon the Hologram, Jus Allah, Enemy of Mankind, Eldorado, Yo
Verse 1: Ikon the Hologram
The Lawnmower man smashed, through your skull with battles axes. We whip asses, with the jaunty daggers and smashes, crushing oppostion like we was fascist, Stigmata and four gashes, we bashes.
The faggots who can't attack it right, take there sternum and then turn them into my Acolytes.
Thats the sight of Blood that make a child stop, thats the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot.
I hate you, say a prayer to Heavenly Father.
Its fatal, Like a Natal Military Armada.
We harder, warriors from Atlantas, couldn't overstand how raw the Hologram is.
The mantis, who use the flame rod. You couldn't physically bruise the name God.
Chorus. Ikon the Hologram: We smash mics and blasdt too precise and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ.
We smash mics and blast too precise and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ.
Verse 2: Jus Allah
We bomb buildings, as life takes its toll.
Legends of the seven embrace my sole.
Transported off the planet, By a supreme force and chose to return on the day of Pentecost.
I besect the way between Heaven and Earth and scramble messages from God into your Church.
Deception, Blinds your perception, my reflection out-shines the other colours in the Spectrum.
The brethrin, I cease the peace corps, we follow street laws engaged in Beast Wars.
The visionary bombs, with military arms, aimed at that mother fucker with pitch fork and horns.
I sent Alchemy through-out the Galaxy, To cause fire and ice, like Flames in Calgary.
You're trapped in, the core of corruption left a fossil, in my path of destruction.
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Chorus. Ikon the hologram: We smash mics and blast too precise and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ.
We smash mics and blast too precise and laugh as we cast the first stone at Christ.
Verse 3: Ikon the Hologram & Jus Allah
Ikon: I am the man who lives above the force of good and evil.
Jus Allah: The man that handed down the power to give to my people.
Ikon: Live under laws of Bald Eagle.
Jus Allah: There's no tomorow.
Ikon: Get trapped with the Trenchcoat Killers in Colorado.
Jus Allah: Blazin' sparks and feelin' certain my days are marked, Live a life that conflicts with the ways im taught.
Ikon: Fuck it we bring it hardcore raw and ragged, your team must be hidin' there balls like a faggot.
Jus Allah: I came with the light and gave sight to the Sages, black ink contained to write truth on white pages.
Ikon: You're sliced faceless.
Jus Allah: Subjected to a masacre.
Ikon: Jedi Mind bombin' your moves like John Africa.
Jus Allah: We laugh at ya.
Ikon: The Devil is the bomber.
Jus Allah: We unaffected as we protected by God's armour.
Chorus. Ikon the Hologram: We smash mics and blast too precise and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ.
We smash mics and blast too precise and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ.