from the shadows of the ether, i'm society's best
rare market cuisine, the varieties fresh
stack raps for miles, got files in desks
manage to rise everyday after violence and death
so when my diatribes rhymes, it apprises the rest
apotheosized, imagine the size of my sect
and when i'm stepping on stage, serfs cherish the ground
as i sip shots at the bar, nefarious rounds
what i speak, what is said, i think its fairly profound
pound the clarion sound to burn the terrordome down
i went from promise to threat and got the onerous vexed
tear holes and wear robes from a closet of text
when q's on the beat, i boast a perilous flow
went from rare and unknown to a pharaoh in gold
its heroes of old or so as King Darius told
our speeches will always bury our foeeeees
yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

just another day in the lab, when i'm a dominant threat
as i'm reading off the wall, says the carving is blessed
prisms in a panorama, start from Harvard to west
a hologram often ran, so class is always in sesh
better bet there's more in my cache than euphonious horns
as the faculty retreats and moves to the door
electrically engineered, you couldn't prove it was more
i rock the deck when i'm on, so make room on the floor
by the time the lectures over, i'm pleading the fifth
like, ''mr. q's a cartoon, he doesn't even exist"
if you wish to see more, i'll fucking bleed from my wrists
it gets deeper than this, please believe what you wish
lou's obnoxious and loud with his apocalypse now
props to the crowd, i'm out of this marvelous sound

PEACE