[CHORUS]
Breach your sector with excalibur weaponry
Swarm the $#&@ing area to devastate the enemy

Blade to your flesh. That'll be the remedy
Heavenly Host, son. Recognize the legacy


[MALACHI THE ARTISAN]
I'm seriously pissed. I get dehydrated
I keep on flowing like the faucet's unattended

I set the bar high like a pole jump in heaven
Ain't no stopping me like the train left the station
Call me Latrell on a rap killing spree

Commanded Solomon share my wisdom for free
I'm an artisan originating from a superior breed
Educating since the tree of knowledge was just a seed

My illness is fatal. No way you can cure it
So sick, I rap inside intesive care units
Earned my stripes bending bar after bar so far

Those shelltoes the closest you can get to a superstar
I step on stage leaving microphones in flames
I spit on stage leaving chest muscles inflamed

Heavenly Host never an easy target
You don't know what's in stored like shopping in flee markets


[CHORUS]
Breach your sector with excalibur weaponry
Swarm the $#&@ing area to devastate the enemy

Blade to your flesh. That'll be the remedy
Heavenly Host, son. Recognize the legacy


[APOC THE DEATH ARCHITECT]
Yeah! You know the skill is diverse
The potential is infinite so you can't belittle my worth

I get respect for my words
'Cause I'ma be real on the mic like a Cypress Hill concert
You always find dirt in every verse released

Ridicule the style 'cause your comprehension's $#&@ing weak
The Death Architect is accustomed to merking beats
So you need to brace yourself like a dentist with crooked teeth

I shook the scene 'cause I rhyme with a purpose
You only hate me unless, you a logical person
And I'ma hit you with the truth like a shot to the sternum

Until I get on your nerves like neurological surgeons
And my rhyming is perfect. Witness me destroy mics
I spit so cold, you suckers get frostbite

Test me in a lyrical swordfight
Well you just $#&@ing with a beast like Henry McCoy's wife


[CHORUS]
Breach your sector with excalibur weaponry
Swarm the $#&@ing area to devastate the enemy

Blade to your flesh. That'll be the remedy
Heavenly Host, son. Recognize the legacy


[DHICTAH]
True to the game 'til my last breath
'Cause I speak from the heart like the mic's in my chest

But you critics always say that I'm an imposter
But you got no proof like D12's roster
$#&@ with me that's a gamble. I'm the king of street rap

While you acting like a queen. That's why you ain't jack
I got my pokerface on while your body starts to shiver
And if your rhyme's flop, I'll dump you in a river

The rhymes I deliver will kill ya'll !@$(s
All I want in this scene is raw spelled backwards
'Cause I'm a warrior. No surrender no retreat

Like deadstock sneakers, I never feel defeat
So don't test me in a lyrical battle
The only time you played with words was in a game of scrabble

When I step to the plate, don't doubt me for a second
'Cause my bars hold weight like I'm bench pressing


[CHORUS]
Breach your sector with excalibur weaponry
Swarm the $#&@ing area to devastate the enemy

Blade to your flesh. That'll be the remedy
Heavenly Host, son. Recognize the legacy