a mason Robbin' y'all fools like? And y'all inherited roots and don't know how to retrace them Place them back face them facts Disgraceful, faceless, tasteless acts Pharoahe takes the authorities
Covered with the signs of the dead Necromancer of forbidden art Wrapped in mysteries of darkness The dead who rides the whirlwind Master, author of
a little bit of grieving in the words you relate and I'm alright Crash land, insist, can't exist on frailty I always crash land, resist, exaggerated authority
Men are waiting patiently Remove me from the scene A sea of faceless souls in suits A sight for eyes, like thumbs Sore crooked and bow and foul relief
Faceless Nameless Endless War Who controls the past controls the future Who controls the present controls the past We have that control You submit to authority
mountain Eons of a human reign The conversation of impassive planets Intercepted by a human being Ratios and nature is a practic of a way to derive An attitude of altitude authority
flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards When KRUSH drops a f**kin city buster, I call it the crowd rapist Ace of base shitty compounded to drown faceless
by very different personages from what is imagined to those Who aren't behind the scenes. Business, especially corporate business, is king. Giant corporations governed by faceless
spills flood country crops and small town villages my image is seen through, moonstruck shadow, big screen, space station eight `faceless voice placed
of Faceless Nameless Endless War Who controls the past controls the future Who controls the present controls the past We have that control You submit to authority
[Verse 1: June Marx] Twin perils, captivate forces divine Author a rhyme that will alter the courses of time Flawless design planetary orbit aligned
