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 ( x 2)