career, it's over All you wack MC's it's over (Finish 'em up) Finish 'em up The blast, burns back into elements Development of gas around the mass of
blood filling my lungs On the horizon I see a chasm A distant pulse begins to beat Suddenly a flash Specter of the past Vision of mass murder Torrents
Suffer Extreme pain is what they need to feel For the rest of their lives Misery and despair leaves their souls when infinity ends Let them taste the
stretch to infinity All encompassing the flock there's no life in here any more Deeper than hades he brings to his side the man who presented the mass
in plenty trick [for a date with my smith & wesson] Bitch you living Now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style Rip his legs Cut him down Bitch with mass
the Life pulsates Frantic Sperm hitting... The ovaries of Black Holes. Along the spiral of Time Germs rush through space Devouring deadly Wisdom Of the icy Infinite
flesh re-animator of slaves exhuming doom from the grave guardian to the gates of infinity i telepathically control the souls who worship me through the merciless mass
This man may have a shit load to prove He's got to settle a score against the groove Infinite orgasm, endless joy and pain Like thunder to my ears, like
what you need I deliver Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' I'm just an MC hustlin', hustlin' Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' Mass
Infinite infantries, space techs with navi clips Skin penetration, directions, information Roll up your knuckles, get blast in your fingertips Phasers
change the path the paragraphs infiltrate your brain total annihilation - your existence has been erased [chorus] T.R.I.C. risin from the ashes to lead the wretched masses
cybernetics Key notes of my flows will get froze or cryogenics East Coast domination for the D-U-B masses Gathering at black masses to gain knowledge
mc's try to see me when they know I'm beyond they sights Mortals with no skills, check the fusion Yo my style's a gold digger, cause me and her be usin men Professionals, mass
) No escape once the threshold is crossed. Life and death hold no meaning. Hidden doors interdimensional shifts. A dreamy state of paralysis. Bands of mass
no big deal, I'm not complaining Sometimes things don't need explaining She's my angel, that's the main thing And that is never changing She's a mass
Mass flagellation entangled in shadows Blackest winds blowing horror and death Carrying the corpse stench Infesting all earth's plaine Transgressing all
the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my great grandfather, whom I never knew. And so on this line unto the alpha and omega point at infinity