Luyện nghe bài hát War Ensamble

[Ikon the
I out of my sarcophagus
Horseman of the apocaplyse
For my esophagus breathes evil just demolishes
Abolishes, to the of Mephastophales
Mental enteral that went through an ancient
this, from a fetus to genius
Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and Jesus
leaders, the 19th galaxy
Born to a on the seas of Gallilee
Battle me and suffer whiplash from my
Leave you in shackles in the of Nosferatu
Ikon is hostile and mortals cause
Hologram is known for poison in Christian communion
Slash, with the of ultra-violence
Crucifixions, in diction by Pilate
I walk naked in the house of David pride
Force you to bleed just to make that you're still alive
Crystallize, we keep it live, can't see me
Banish satanic like Ayatollah Komeini
I in half, setting staff with ancient math
I and laugh, create a *fucking* blood bath.

I bring the gory oratory thats derogatory
Mad expository expedition in your
don't apply
Your mind's eye is by my battle raps
Like cateracts habitat is Halifax
I run you out your native city
Shay's is pretty witty we show no pity
I deflate separate wack MCs who replicate
trace of Esoteric found up in their record crate
I devastate, homosapian
human catacalysm inbreded with an anachronism
My makes incisions on your acrotism
Battling is a bad decision leaving you with
I whoop ass like masochism
That's the
Hologram The Matrix
To fake
Fifty dead MCs to my
Learn from the druid better known as

In this the final conflict high and copper ides to enlist this
The fluid I is viscous
so much as whispers
And the swiftness of what you transisted
Can carry info, a slapped when you missed this
cut by my discus
Forged upon the of Prophestus ------ hand skills
I slam damn grill
Execute in Greco-Roman
Roll controls the gear
through the atmosphere
I saddle fear, reads centipedes
And Evil the feeble flee
of a rapper thats headed for the sky the scroll
Is to be viewed by the eyes of Loki
I hated your so I went back in time
Waited in your mother's uterus
To kill you before you were
Like my hands split the trunk of petrified oaks
time to die folks
You that I joke
I you die slow
Your wrists are tied to horses
Quartered as pull you in opposite directions
Dissection of my
lead to the unveiling of blood shield
In a tiny will reveal
That a giant computer
is similar to RoboTech
Downloaded
From the million megabytes of rhymes that rest on neck