"The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell

Look into the eyes..."

  

[Jus Allah]

My style orbits

Around nine planets of forces

Ominous metaphorics in vision of double corpses

Lying order, mad scientist slash doctor

Present the type of horror that boils your holy water

Get warped with the knowledge that folds the holy father

Hard boys become toys inside the real saga

So why bother

My whole flaw lines is harder

So bring the drama

We all know the signs is smarter

I set off crowds, style wild like a circus

I seek through souls when I walk past churches

Allah praise you, stay true to a devine purpose

Seeking out the wise wherever the dark searches

Flows that I embark and leave your squadron shadow dodging

Lyrics are softened like slugs that fill harkness

No option, narrow odds

Fucking with god is straight gambling with your tarot cards

  

[Chorus]

  

[Ikon the Hologram]

Open the gates of Midian

For the fangs like the flesh

Three cyborgs who Bang like Ladesh

We hang the best

Spit venom until your face burn

Yet the critics are parasitic like a tape worm

The hate burn, scathe the urn of a Buddhist

Snake turn and fake yearns to kiss 'em cutest

We take lives with knives steady abusing ya

With the vicious intentions of denting your uvula

Bruising ya with text of a Harvard class

Ikon will smash into shards of glass

To reform into a whirlwind of sand

Then reborn into the word Hologram

A solid man with plans to intwine matter

Mind splatter from the grind of my divine hammer