[Intro]
Weapons that have escaped, the recognition of Western scientists intelligence agencies and news media. The genie was finally let out the bottle
Unusual directed energy weapons are so powerful that they could wipe out all life on Earth
The weapons I am referring to use Electrogravitation, and a year before unknown type of electromagnetic waves
[Verse 1: Canibus]
I'm a Gold Card member, I buy weapons from local guitar centers
The Undergod bomb your shelter
The Celsius melt your face off, the hundred bar arc welder
Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Hamburger Helper
Chinese stealth fighter, F-35 Joint Striker
I built a two-man glider just like it
Canibus Crazy Ivan, psychic kamikaze pilot
Diving into the Sun like a suicidal comet
Celestial knowledge, 93 million in mileage
The Undergods don't need Verizon to talk to Osiris
Don't ask us to talk about it if you doubt it
It's too late to elaborate, plus I was sworn to an oath of silence
Lava gushing out the top of the mountain
Lightning strike the top of the tower, destroy electric power
Cost a trillion dollars an hour, radiation rail-guns
Complete electronic and digital failure
So trash your cellulars, nobody coming to help us
It's up to the elders to get the children to the shelters
Bullet train Germaine, crawl in and out of the storm drains
To slay gargoyles in God's name
Tarantula hawk, fuselage smaller than a Concorde plane
I crush your skull like a Concord grape
Major Ed Dames ordered the Undergods to bogart all lanes
Off-road rage, traverse all terrain
Lockheed Martin, competition ducking and dodging
Daisy cutter rockets blow up your fucking apartment
Undergod Spartans, research and development department
Canibus and Keith Murray smart-bombing all targets
[Break: Canibus]
Just another day at the office
The underground Undergods power is sovereign, that's Keith Murray calling
Yo, what up, Keith?
[Samples]
These strange weapons
Could this potentially manipulate an earthquake
Superweapons are so powerful that they could wipe out all life on Earth
[Verse 2: Keith Murray]
I took a pickle and for my hot trickling trickier flat car with pigment. This ain't wrap. This is scientific sickness. Heads are flow from a origin unknown Queens of Booty All Canes. Get the throne from the throne. No derivatives. You don't know where it's coming from? All you hear is a sharp tone and a burst of the air drum for big got to lay low. Third, I watch for the Triple cross, no, traces of blood like metaphor. I put out height going to repair with many been a toss 3 oz of pressure. Don't take much force, right? With the Grievous intensity up north. We do this for a new man. My regiment settling up brought hard for his still thoughts. Give me the Vengeance act when I'm in Street Court marrying. Bitch. Jesus! Oh boy, I ain't got it. But I believe in it when he saw it, everybody talking like they going to pack a gun. Nobody don't even know you and the hood you come from. You don't know what I Do with a Russian. So dangerous, my mind is a secret weapon
We do this for amusement
Not believing it when he saw it
I'm unpredictable with aggression
My mind is a secret weapon
[Samples]
The weapons I'm referring to use electromagnetism
[Canibus]
This ain't what they expected
Blindside deckin' jaw wreckin' for those who sidelined hecklin'
Raw metaphors for those who checkin'
Get to steppin', before we hafta' use our secret weapons
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