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The Sycotik Alien

by Orko

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When Worlds Collide NASA Orko cosmonaut I juggle words as a Giant black juggernaut Ravage the land like never Before total destruction From mountain to shore Human I’m killing men Ritual sacrifice Alien I’m attacking men With the amplified device Space-time continuum Killing em millennium I’m the face of the man on the moon I’m the image of the man on Mars Orko of the masters of the universe Walk across the stars Constellations Armageddon astrology Half of the planets population Practice this mythology Technology scary computers takeover The Anti-Christ is the Internet The cyberspace Jehovah Orko’s ah alien not a human being Crucifixion Back to the future rhyme Time machine My blood type is O when I’m cut I Bleeding green Abducted baby alien being born Out your spleen Face off your wearing a mask Disguising your face Orko the alien I attack from Outer space Everybody run (run) Everybody hide (hide) There’s no escape When the Earth and my world Collides x4 Enter the land of the last man Last mammal mouth mutate Killing the alien Orko the analyst Contact My energy overdose overload Emcee’s megabyte from my Mainframe caught in my word Wide web intellect download From the Internet Manipulate the alpha bet Alpha numeric esoteric I inherit words and force-feed Them down your fucking ear canal Your words collide with my style Retreat to the underground Your surface contaminated People continue to die Cloning to multiply fire in the sky Close encounter encounter alien More advanced than human Killing your mother father children I eliminate all civilians News on channel ten Channel eight channel six President __________ Hanging on a crucifix Farewell to the flesh Death to all consumers My mouth is in your mind like A fucking brain tumor Everybody run (run) Everybody hide (hide) There’s no escape When the Earth and my world Collides x4 Aliens attack from outer space
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Abortion Aborted babies women killing they children Reincarnation of your life facing death Aborted babies women killing they children Reincarnation of your life facing death Bloody unborn babies ejected straight out the belly Secure safe sex with the latex enter the skin of the women Torture in the first trimester ripping the child from the uterus Killing your child is killing yourself killing the future killing the past A mother’s internal mortuary your baby showers a blood bath Defenseless why must your baby suffer the consequences You holding other women’s children think about the baby you aborted Your family showed you no support they just said you couldn’t afford it Life is priceless fatal fetal devices Pro-Choice Pro-Life Mothers in first-degree murder Every time you cry you shed a tear For every year your child could have lived here Pregnancy forced you to marriage the abortion caused the miscarriage Who ever gave you the advice to have an abortion never had a child to cherish the objective of life is to reproduce without that we all shall perish Birth control population control the future of Earth is doomed What if your mom would have aborted your ass while you were in the womb? Aborted babies women killing they children Reincarnation of your life facing death Aborted babies women killing they children Reincarnation of your life facing death Birth control babies born in a coffin the womb is the tomb The after birth is death Birth control babies born in a coffin the womb is the tomb The after birth is death She’s a hoe I know she’s a hoe who you know? I was standing line at the abortion clinic and the doctor told me so The nurses are the worst’s planting curses infants riding in Hurst’s The government gave your dumb ass a choice now you’re killing your child on purpose adolescence learning lessons sex education With no indication mature be secure your just putting yourself in this Situation after the mistrial cycle you both get naked a little four play You jump in the sack she suck on your sack you hit it bare back then you Hit it from the back I’m Cuming I’m Cuming a million sperm start Running to the finish line to fertilize the egg reincarnation or sequel I’m a man and a woman so a man and a woman got to make this family Equal XX chromosome XY chromosome it takes two Umbilical cord choking your child I pray to the lord that this ain’t you Lesbian and gay men can never create children The governments telling you pro choice you thinking you have no option You’re better off giving birth to the child and putting it up for adoption I would rather be an orphan than a piece of dead energy this pregnancy Means I was meant to be not a psychological memory You can be a woman a sister queen a bitch a hoe a lady Children having children just don’t disrespect your baby Aborted babies women killing they children Reincarnation of your life facing death Aborted babies women killing they children Reincarnation of your life facing death Birth control babies born in a coffin the womb is the tomb The after birth is death Birth control babies born in a coffin the womb is the tomb The after birth is death
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Wig Split/Pencil Broke Get your wig split Get your pencil broke Reinvent my style This is no joke Get your wig split Get your pencil broke Fucking with my style This is no joke You can’t even breathe right how you gone hold the mic You ain’t tight matter of fact I’m erasing everything your write Everyone in No Ca get off my dick you don’t know my style Everyone in So Cal get off my dick you don’t know my style Formless matter I formulate my thought all you fast ass rhyming Emcees are sinking in the plot I destroy you quickly your bodys outlined with the mic How the fuck you claim you free styling when all yall sound alike Ya’ll beats is to the curb your mouth is full of shit I cover up my earlobes when you pick up the mic and spit Cause I can’t get wit the nit wit babbling style of bullshit With a small vocabulary just rhyming just to rhyme I break out my blueprint and analyze your design Your phony your wack you voice fucked up the rack Put my speakers to your ears so you can feel the impact Get your wig split Get your pencil broke Reinvent my style This is no joke Get your wig split Get your pencil broke Fucking with my style This is no joke Murder by mouth murder by sound death by voice death by ear Why in the world did you ever touch the mic that in the world told you can touch the mic they lied and you sound like a joke I hold the microphone to my mouth and I blow away the gun smoke You hanging yourself let play hangman using words Nouns sound beats verbs Go back to the lab go back to the state pen you got to be mistaken there’s no rhyming with a broke pen I’m amputating your fingers so you can’t write wrong if you talk shit get your wig split like the tittle of the song Southwest San Diego strapped to your brain When you steal my words my style makes you go insane Your word is born so I gave your mouth an abortion I’ ma start suing these brothers for extortion You a chain bitter like I’ ma chain smoker and if you keep biting You gone get your pencil broker Get your wig split Get your pencil broke Reinvent my style This is no joke Get your wig split Get your pencil broke Fucking with my style This is no joke Murder by mouth murder by sound death by voice death by ear Murder by mouth murder by sound death by voice death by ear If you an emcee you write And you hate them Ni**as who bite mostly third eye blind with no sight And me half know dema rookie to to da mic Emcees keep talking that shit wit a zip lip I’ma start busting my mic with the lip clip Budda stickem budda they stuck I don’t bite styles and I don’t give a fuck All ya’ll emcees out there in rhyming land if it doesn’t make sense Then I can’t understand I mean over stand cause I over stand you all You just gone keep babbling till Babylon fall Back the fuck up or bow the fuck down or get you wig split trying to reinvent my sound Get your wig split Get your pencil broke Reinvent my style This is no joke Get your wig split Get your pencil broke Fucking with my style This is no joke Murder by mouth murder by sound death by voice death by ear Murder by mouth murder by sound death by voice death by ear
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New Word Order [They are here…. Beyond what is known lays an unknown world of shadows and phantoms, a land that knows no limits of time or space. From the dawn of discovery to the nightfall of catastrophe, journey to a universe of the unexplained] Respond react verbal combat From the four to the eight To the sixteen track Two hundred six bones I subtract I collapse the industry is my open enemy Middle finger middle finger Retina eyes dilate formulate Concentrate conscious you rappers Is talking about nonsense Old word Old word order New Word New word order I am your mouth you cannot talk I am your eye’s you cannot see I am your ear you cannot hear The image of death you fear on the mic My world rotates around the Earth Like a second moon The prophet of doom Aliens attack only humans being consumed I’m amputating your fingers you can’t write wrong Vibrations my sound dim mak your head you’ll be dead By the end of the song In the middle of your palm is a lifeline In the middle of my palms infinity If your third eyes fake and you die before you wake Dose that mean there’s no eternity Dose it take an alien to let you know your human Missing kids on milk cartoons I’m abducting all of your children The new word order been here ever since your body’s been Breathing analyze your life cause deaths the only way You’re leaving In the tradition of vocal vision Christopher Columbus emcees think The microphones flat when it’s round Posses your ears with the amplified sound The future is my mouth and everything else Is food with the words I use? I can change your life I can Change your style I can change Your mood With the same exchange The world is changing The world will never be the same Have you ever read Sutter Kane? I’ll mangle your frame into something God can’t explain Now that’s deep thought I question the unquestionable Ah none of yall emcees out there can do that cause your un exspresionalbe My book of rhymes is the new bible for all you Scientologist All you new agers at these colleges are just fake ass astrologist You a recessive germ A mutated gene I build on the science of God while you build computer machines The government wants to kill me because I don’t worship the sun My God lives in my conscious Orko’s at one with the one Are you an atheist? Are your and anarchist? No I’m a psycho analyst better yet call me the Mic psychologist Close your eyes and count to ten breath in and out And think of me I’ll come into your mind and perform for you Like a psychological entity I’m energy and energy never dies it transcends When all of yall brain end My mind just begins Muthafukas out there thinking yall got styles You haven’t got shit any mouth any brain I’m waiting for the human existence To die off like dinosaurs Your life revolves around every invention a scientist gave you The materials that define your meaning are really Meant to enslave you You stupid survivalist how you gone fight the government With guns you got an infiltrated religion talking about revolution Automation the final solution Computers computing confusion Old testament New Testament Will the people impeach the president? Voting in a election resurrection protection Make any emcee exit my section look in the other direction The future of the Earth is fucked And the orgasm is fatal All Seeing Eye big brother the unseen Hand that rocks the cradle Damn damn stomping on all yall out there Stomped out the last supper the anti Christ Microcrusifiction doomsday prophet crop formations All this underground shit yall muthafucken over ground heads ain’t Ready for this shit you booed ass bitch we running this shit West coast rhyme renaissance San Diego California.
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Mark Of The Beast The mark of the beast is on the president The mark of the beast is on the president America I look at ya I stare at ya I laugh at ya preparing for the rapture In the physical in the spiritual the flesh is death Why you talking about the last days When only got hours left Everyone’s oppressed everybody’s under attack The governments fucked up I sum it up with a verbal attack Computer chis the bar code that’s the beast They implant this on your forehead or your wrist You cannot run you can only cry and die Half of the people already committed suicide Wondering dead souls float around the Earth If you didn’t accept the mark you waiting for the rebirth God verses the devil on a fucking higher level The government ran into your house without A warrant burning up your books submit to the mark The holders of the light got you trapped in the dark The mark of the beast is on the president The mark of the beast is on the president It’s the year two thousand ain’t a damn thing changed It’s the last days damn these days is strange Debt cards at your job direct deposit Societies got more secrets locked in the closet From Kingdome come Babylon dem a fall Orko The Psychotic Alien says fuck you all You control the money but I control the mind The watch that you’re wearing got you bonded by time There’s no more time left no more time left you better Take your last breath your all marked for death The mark of the beast is on the president The mark of the beast is on the president
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Fake Rocks Cook it up rock it up on sight Feels like I’m gone be on one Selling these rocks tonight Boil the water Add baking soda wax and four In a half an hour some fake white Rocks gone bring me power From skyline to the south From east daygo to the boarder I’m serving up a batch of fake rocks Cause that’s what the fucking fiends order While all them ni**as was gang banging I was in they hood straight slanging I sell my hit and disappear after you’ve paid the cost When you smoke my shit and find out it’s fake it’s a $20 dollar loss My shit look real my shit taste real Realer than the realist crack White Mexican Philippine fiends I’ll sell it to a fiend that’s black I don’t care about your color a fiend is a fiend Is a fiend and neighborhood watch better? Watch my ass on the first I’m making my cream I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot x2 The fiends come out at night Looking for the rock that’s white I’m for ya on the corner But supply your own pipe I’m selling it you inhaling it don’t it taste the same I ‘ma turn your ears into a sponge soak up this game I don’t fuck with the methamphetamine I smoke greens and fool fiends Fake crack got you going through with drawl I’m posted up on Meadowbrook and Jamacha Then I take my street scene to the four corners of death Tweaking gasping taking your last breath Who got you hooked I’m supplying peer pressure There’s no competition because its fake I’m selling it for lesser (yo man got these jumbo’s right here know what I’m saying two for ten three for twenty ain’t it the dope it’s the fire it’s the bomb ha ha ha ) I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot x2 My music is my dope and I’m selling it like crack Cause once you hear my song you don’t know how to fucking act Like a rock head wants a hit you want to hear another hit So pop my cassette inside the deck and get high off the shit Rock star rock star everywhere you go Rock star rock star begging for a smoke Rock star rock star even if they black Rock star rock star I’m selling fake crack It was once said by a fiend who couldn’t quit Oh please oh please oh please just give me just one more hit Slurping on a clear bong sucking a glass dick I won’t stop selling cause a smoker ain’t shit Trying to get the same high from the first time Flip over my damn tape and then press rewind Don’t listen to much cause you just might die Ripping off your earlobes bleeding through your eyes Dearly beloved he died of a heart attack So put the blame on Orko for selling fake crack I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot x2
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The Last Supper [For thousands of year’s man believed he was alone in the cosmos We’ve almost made heaven an infinite distance from Earth Yet man was determined to push back the frontiers of his experience Well go bye And now we stand on the edge of eternity confronting the wonder And the danger that lays in space] This shit taste good fucking wack emcee’s necks arms and legs Taste so damn good to be so damn wack It’s the last supper it’s the last time you talk It’s the last time you speak it’s the last time you breath It’s the last supper it’s the last time you touch It’s the last time you smell it’s the last time you see It’s the last supper it’s the last time you laugh It’s the last time you smile it’s the last time you cry It’s the last supper it’s the last time you live It’s the last time you bleed it’s the first time you die Supreme beings let us make emcee’s in our own image I took the microphone out of your Rib cage and created your white existence The image of God look to the sky drop to your knees Pray till you see my eyes in the stars Manipulate minds deadly disease come with me As I talk as I teach as I reach your ears through the speed Of sound tree of life inner thought on the Earth in the flesh The breath of life was blown into mud In the shape of a man on the ground Biting the apple biting my words biting my rhymes The generations that follow your seed are Cursed with death till the end of time The Earth sits in the palm of my hand while I play The God game You worship the mic as the son of man The holy crusades sink in the quicksand Obstacles you must over stand Over come understand Parallel at one with the one evolution is the master plan Adam eve manipulation deceive There’s a lie in the middle of everything you believe It’s the last supper it’s the last time you talk It’s the last time you speak it’s the last time you breath It’s the last supper it’s the last time you touch It’s the last time you smell it’s the last time you see It’s the last supper it’s the last time you laugh It’s the last time you smile it’s the last time you cry It’s the last supper it’s the last time you live It’s the last time you bleed it’s the first time you die I am the energy I am the entity Thought response question command Enhancing your head you’re headed for death Disciples deciding your lifespan Lighting the candle burning the incense Supreme intelligence speak though stereo I rewrote the bible in my words Reading the lie with my minds eye Magnify the meaning of religion superstition Pray to a pagan twenty four seven Three six five buried alive Everyone looking for a way to survive But they all die God is the light Lucifer’s the light I’m the darkness that balance them both The sphinx on mar your eyes can’t see with a telescope The blood of the lamb feet like bronze Head of wool pool of blood the only remains Guts and brains you are the fool You are the follower reading the book of a Babylon scholar The old world order Christians listen Baptist practice what you preach The last supper is my unforgotten speech It’s the last supper it’s the last time you talk It’s the last time you speak it’s the last time you breath It’s the last supper it’s the last time you touch It’s the last time you smell it’s the last time you see It’s the last supper it’s the last time you laugh It’s the last time you smile it’s the last time you cry It’s the last supper it’s the last time you live It’s the last time you bleed it’s the first time you die I Hassan Rahmaan dedicate this piece of mind to the living dead The living who the living what the living why must you Live in the image of materials made by mans hands to Manipulate mans head what’s the relevance Of everything you own right now if everyone’s dead You can’t take it when you go hell no Close your eyes and picture life as a spinning vortex in Forward motion and picture death as spinning vortex in Backwards motion Two great forces in constant clash Creating the existence of time As soon as your life begins Death is destine to be your outcome Everyone embodies the function of a battery The negative and positive capabilities Of your conscious allow you to draw a conclusion Energy contained internally Is the only escape from an external society? My umbilical cord is connected to my brain As I feed off myself I set myself apart It’s the last supper it’s the last time you talk It’s the last time you speak it’s the last time you breath It’s the last supper it’s the last time you touch It’s the last time you smell it’s the last time you see It’s the last supper it’s the last time you laugh It’s the last time you smile it’s the last time you cry It’s the last supper it’s the last time you live It’s the last time you bleed it’s the first time you die All you wack Mf’s getting eaten up in the last supper

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released January 9, 1997

Written & Performed by Orko
D.W Bullard 777 Beats Mark Of The beats ascap
Produced by Filtered Souls

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Orko Eloheim | Drumwarz | Ultranet San Diego, California

Orko Eloheim, an emcee avant-garde art rap legend & producer hails from the Southern California underground. He mixes the virtuosity of John Coltrane with the psychedelic approach of Jimi Hendrix, wrapped up in the afrofuturism of Sun Ra. With more than 20 projects working with innumerable artists such as Bigg Jus, Divine Styler, Aceyalone, Saul Williams, Rick Rubin Gonjahsufi & I Self Devine ... more

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