I touch a Valkyrie for action
My Style is off the balcony
Like the progeny of Michael Jackson
Verbally assassinating with vocal reactions
And the contraption
I'm trapped in
Is called Rapping
Hip-hop machine
Designed by Elohim
To destroy B-boy decoys and void your dreams
It ain't happening
Trying to raise the bar of a def MC
So your kids can try to be like me
It ain't the fame that I flow for
The fortune I adore
It's the Lord
For whom I'm spitting vocal swords
Through my, vocal cords
Ignoring the cries of the Flesh
When I rock Ruach Ha'Kodesh
Satan trying to pit my physical frame in a test
But what the Devil meant for misery's making me blessed
Trapped in the valley of the spiritual death
I'm looking to the G-d written in the Masoretic Text
Get up, get get get get down
Atom tha Immortal's about to take over your town
Get up, get get get get down
Feeling the rhyme, and I know you're feeling the sound
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