Through out the 13th century – ‘bout the time of Ghangus Khaun

Pagans took over the Asian Minor, I’m his greatest grandson.

Murdering Captives down to torturing religious leaders

Tribal wondered westward – got props. 4 prosecuting preachers

Knowing no care, they once grind the land like corn.

Knowing no mercy, dicked down village women as in porn’s

Vengeance was sworn. But Hungary & Russia had both failed

Archery so accurate shoots out the backs and still sail-(to the next man)

These Hordes of Hell were designed to deadinate

That arrow that grazed your brow 2/3 from your plate, initially inflicted by hate

Kara Koran!!

Their code of honor; battle ax, spiked mace, lance, hooks; a fucking slaughter

Promise to pierce your Armor. That primal drive that’s never satisfied,

Headless horseman arrive, spreading terror through Asia’s countryside.

Gore and genocide cultivated my iron heart, Ox drawn cart

Migrated to the mountains to master the art.

Of using death as a discipline/looting’ as a reward,

Acquired the nickname War Booty-tongue as sharp as your sword

Explore the Dark Realm, of both sides the Hunters and Hunted.

Baghdad bewildered, Bolivian broads stay blunted. Crackians confronted.

For generations the mantle has been passed along,

Burned schools and sanctuaries, territories of Southern Song

Kubla’s hold was too strong; let alone those family quarrels

To please the high priest, they once stuffed corps wit’ gold and pearls-

Shit’ll make you earl. It’s a cold world when you’re marked as a murderer

But if you kill off a million, you’re considered a conqueror.

Evolution Emperor

My fuckn’ fleets ferocious, destructions my diagnoses.

Lick off them shots, from lazer- beam hypnoses. Hip-Hops hocus pocus

It’s too bad this shit ain’t meant for clubs. It’s for treacherous thugs,

Those who bust gacks specifically aimed for slug.

Showing no love to my Northbound nemesis,

Carcass filled catacombs is a bit too conspicuous, patiently prowl the premises.

Thinking ‘bout slashing him before he even finish, then walk out the front gate

Leave ya prince as a witness. Because of this shit- 25 to life is what I’m facing.

Mercenaries and Mutants mount up for the Mongol invasion- mug slap a mason

Chopped heads off a thousand Caucasian.

Leave em’ there leaking, laid out wit’ a bunch of lacerations.

War ritual is ravenous we live like animals…

We eat raw hearts and livers from several slained foes

Ill episodes- from past to present, we damn near had the globe. Manifested

4 Buddhist monks (dipped) in wine colored robes.

I was born wit a blood clot the size of a knuckle bone.

I don’t condone fake Mutha fuckas clutchn' the microphone

Hope your pads pillage prone-cause barbarians breed beef

Reluctant to talk to others ‘bout our sacred beliefs’

Timujin thieves- called circus acts and traveling entertainers

Journey to Rome; take on your best gladiators

Emcee amputators. Send ‘em to Zeus on an escalator

Cut on conveyor belts- devils melt- it’s your final hour

Fucked around wit’ fire works- eventually invented gun powder

My fuckn’ fleets ferocious, destructions my diagnoses.

Lick off them shots, from lazer- beam hypnoses. Hip-Hops hocus pocus

It’s too bad this shit ain’t meant for clubs. It’s for treacherous thugs,

Those who bust gacks specifically aimed for slug.

It’s a bugged life, especially the one you flaunt

It’s this lil’ runt- who’ll walk inside your crib and kick ya moms in the caunt

Our essence you want

Walk, talk, style you duplicate

Pink toe campaigns you choose to proliferate

Devils desecrate our souls, they chastise our image

Every time we come out wit’ trends- you crackers wanna mimic

Hoping to capture our spirits

I’ll never sell my royal oats

It’s Palm Sunday at the Ave. you better alert ya townsfolk

I’m surrounded by smoke, and a bunch of Helen Kellers

Trumpets end at mid-note-cause

All you seen was the open throat of my predecessor

Ancestral quote, from Tamberlane

You’ll hear the thunderclaps from the heavens, after you say his name

Told ja its in my veins