[Ego Trip's "Book of Rap Lists"; p. 69] [Verse One] I'm sportin rings and things, that's what money brings If you act like you know I'll put you under
Assassin Provin' a point to many people Some claim to be assassins But to Bone there is no equal And Bone will stand alone And buck down any other sucka
like she belong in 2 worlds And that she can't relate to other girls Her father was rich and white still livin' with his wife But he forced himself on
rappin' That's when I snap an' I'll attack an' go mad like Rambo Or maybe like Commando or like Lando Calrissian 'Cause you know he was down with the Force
it's obvious we got a relationship Talkin to each other every night and day Although you're superior over me We talk to each other in a friendship way
Verbal Hologram] Complexities break entities when hardcore be the factor Physically shatter by the cause of the megacosm distractor Fractured by my supernatural forces
populars were wrecked & wrenched off as none had sufficient root hold to do any good in holding as against the winds forcing both root & trunks & branches to give way. The ultimate
the eyes of the other and lie And say that we love them Then strip the innocence given and create Destruction we will never truly comprehend The ultimate
There exists no force That could ever hold us back From the mic comes forth The cause to counteract There exists no force That could ever hold us back
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin' team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
the ancient ring of stones atop the mountain when the stars are correctly aligned, and unlock the mystic gate, summoning its sidereal sentinels, thereby attaining ultimate
secrets will be unlocked for you, and great enlightenment shall be yours. XERXES: Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm which intrigues me above all others
here on Earth(a notion we do comprehend) Hide what "others" can't understand. The universe is the biggest threat... overachiever that commands attention. Brute force
, breaker, taker, my rhymes ache the head Put it to bed, so watch what is said Save the bass for the pipe and rearrange your tone Or take a loss and be forced
Come, get some, you little bum I take the cake but you can't get a crumb From the poetic, authentic, superior Ultimate - and all that good shit I'm the
[music by Walsh/Coker/Reigel/Acres, Acres/Walsh] died with open eyes like millions of others enshrouded in darkest pain all hope lost crime of the century
complicated situations, the antagonism in society is becoming strained, only force remains as the ultima ratio of social integration. The force must adopt
