7L & Esoteric - Axe Hurlers lyrics

(feat. Beyonder)

"Using his axe, the executioner of worlds and at fantastic speed

creating a blinding, spinning vortex, and Jane Foster is hurled

into limbo, trapped in the misty shadows, of a nowhere world."

[Esoteric]

I launch a pencil through your central ventricle

With tendrils and tentacles makin you a mental vegetable

Biochemical, malpractice

Mental sentinel known as Galactus, rippin through the whackness

My molecular, structure, {fucked} your nebula

Implode your lymph nodes through prototype replicas

I'll smash your articles to particles, rap styles remarkable

Words orbital, towards your cortical

Programmed to rock, optic site panels flowin

I'm triple majored in: astrophysics, rocket science and spot blowin

Comprehension is critical

My mental to digital sendin venemous visuals as reciprocals

I reverse your retinas

Take a look from within, Shay locks jaws like tetanus

Optic paralysis, robo like Super Valkyrie

My verbal alchemy blows you off the balcony

I rock metaphors from here to Endor

And stomp Ewok MC's like an AT-ST

T-X three-zero-nine is Esoteric

The Rebel Alliance medic kinetically wreckin genetics

[Beyonder]

Thrust my usable, 10 percent of brain to the maximum

It's oozing out your audio like chewing mental laxatives

But wait, for Beyond what you notice as conception

I reverse digitize all my lazy eye contractions

Through factions of London forces have me fallin down

Dispersion of induced psychos and compounds, now

MC's can't fuck with these Godly complexities

You know damn sure Beyonder thrashed the verbal section of his SAT's

You drowning in half-empty glasses of cynical

Lyric pumped from mic cords put in place of my umbilical

See now I'm bonding to this bullshit that I'm hearing

But to four fantastic kids that forming you is symbionic beings

Hidden from inter-molecular authors

Whack-ass wax falls to it's knees like my girl Gwen Stacy's father

Don't bother with mental power to withstand

For lashing you be 36 megahertz and 6M megs of RAM

Plus a tech wiz hard drive, that's compatible with Windows

With a fat CPU, incubated in two test tubes

If you had that hardware, wreck more certainly would your third iris

But I'd infiltrate your floppies and download this simple virus

"With this before me, I become master of all mankind."

"I have given you master of the 30th century, and so evil one,

I am free of my vow."