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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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Mpp3000 feat. Millenium
00:55
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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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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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