My brain's on another lever than yours 
 You could only comprehend half of what my memory stores 
 I only walk through the heavenly doors 
 And never try to see the penitentiary walls 
 I walk barefoot on the equator with the mental acumen of Bob Lazar 
 My frame can't be explored by y'all radar 
 My name can't be absorbed in god's quazaar 
 So why try and stay around this hell 
 12 tho from all the 12 tribes in Israel 
 They call me Ishmael, lord of the seas! 
 I take your life quick, gone in a fucking breeze! 
 You don't deserve to breathe, your brain thoughtless 
 While I'll remain in the same spain fortress 
 The pain's gorgeus, and love is torture 
 And anyone who tell you different is a martyr 
    [Vinnie Paz] 
 I'm from the pits of hell 
 Escaping from an egyptian cell 
 I dedicate this to the saints that's doing bids in jail 
 You fucking kids are frail, and we the purest form 
 And the biology of magic is a gorgeous psalm 
 My deepest thoughts are strong, and I'm unbreakable 
 You wouldn't overstand, you're humanly incapable 
 My appetite for blood is gruesomly is insationable 
 And I'm a righteous thug, that's brutaly defacing you 
 And you don't want no war, it ain't a game daddy 
 I spit a bunch of slugs into your fucking frame daddy 
 You just a fucking crumb, my click is hustling jums 
 I spit a rap at you to liquify your guts and lungs 
 But the devil made me do that 
 Fighting for the rights of islam-arm with two gats 
 But y'all knew that, we was coming for blood 
 And your body the perfect specimen to put in the mud   
 [Vinnie Paz] 
 I civilize the savages, while you support gay marriages 
 Evil demons and the Jesus of Nasareth 
 I keep my blade more sharper than the cactuses 
 I keep grenades in my parka for the pacifists 
 And you can't lie to god, cousin 
 You can't lie to the great master Thor, cousin 
 It's a facade, cousin 
 They wanna lie to you, they wanna tell you that the government is reliable 
 They wanna tell you that islam is dangerous 
 When everybody know the christians are the blame for this 
 Cuz it's the truth, deal with it 
 But you complain everytime I'm real with it 
 I'm bout to kill critics, and then take 'em to war 
 And teach 'em how to put their love and faith in Allah 
 Or I'm breaking their jaw, or I take 'em to burn