IT’S THE ARCHI-TECHTONYX/ MOST HARMFUL TEXT WRITTEN
SPIT THE DARK RHYMES & DISARM THE AGENTS IN THE SYSTEM
JAWS OOZE VENOM/ MY THOUGHTS COMMAND SWARMS
TO STORM YA PREMISES & DEFORM ALL COMPETITORS
BARED FLESH GETS ACID BURNED/ A TACITURN
VALID LESSON LEARNED/ STASH YA ASH IN A URN
HEXIDECIMAL MEASURES DECIMATE ENEMIES
WITH THE RAW ENERGY OF THERMAL ORE
AT THE CORE OF MERCURY/ I GORE CERTAINLY
A BULL WITH THE BRAIN & THOUGHTS OF A MATADOR
AMATUERS FALLING SLAIN/ MAULED & MAIMED
AND LACKIN’ APPLAUSE/ I HIT THE TRACKS & RHYME
AS IF FIGHTIN’ PACKS OF GIANT STAFFORDSHIRE
ATTACKERS WITH SPEAR-LIKE CLAWS & FANGS OF IRON
MY PEN’S DRAWN/ EXCALIBUR SWORD WORN FROM SENTENCES
MY PAD’S FULL/ POWERFUL SHIELD I CAN DEPEND ON
ABORT WITH A CAPSULE/ WARD OFF THE SENTINALS
ERASE THE MATRIX & MAJOR LABELS FALL LIKE ENRON

It’s the lastborn/ strayin’ from the path worn
Through the dark storm/ slayin’ raiders of the art form
(x2)

Wolverine, sicker than most, disease ridden
I spark up and arch, venom in ill writtens
Spit fire, dragons breath scaldin heads
Flip dire, and mash up like Scrambled eggs
Swords drawn, we swarm leave vitals split
We ride beats like horsemen of apocalypse
diabolical with warfare and arnimants
weapons, shown froze, no arguments
Wolfman and Techtonyx, splatter the sound sonics
No doubt were hypnotic orchestrate like symphonics
Raiders of the art, we blast fast and rattle ya
Haters of the craft, we spark mask and tackle ya
7 sins deadly slice like machete
heads just aint ready we reign like confetti
steady hand with fist tight, when grappling windpipes
hordes form in pitch night, and battle in street fights

It’s the lastborn/ strayin’ from the path worn
Through the dark storm/ slayin’ raiders of the art form
(x2)