I can’t even begin to say, Alone as always.
Useless words, obsolete stage-play: My ever-recurrent way.

Please don’t mind the attitude, But I think you have to know:
Blistered soul, fragmented picture, This everlasting show.

The time has come for the waiting man to step out of the shadows;
You laughed and mocked me, all the time, but now just watch me go.

1.2.3, on a rhyming spree, It’s the N.A.Z.Z.K.A.T.
Out of Cyberspace, at a hectic pace, We’ll obliterate as an act of faith.

2000 A.D.: what I was meant to be, The smooth operator, the liberator.
A modern Socrates for the end of the 90’s, The end of this ongoing barbary.

A miracle a day, Isn’t that good enough for you ?
Tomorrow I’ll start walking on water And maybe raise a dead or two.

Stranded on death row, Two thousand years ago,
And I’m still around you see, rhyming on your celly

Breaking down the hold they got On your fucking brain:
Television, a golden prison, Breeding the insane.

It’s a holy war with freedom at stake, and I don’t know if you got what it takes.
The electric deity, I’ll give you a break; I’ll take on command, piece of cake.

I’ll show you what this world could be, But after that, it’s your turn you see ?

Psychedelic minister of youth. Let me help you see the truth.
Insane lyrics, monstrous, delirict, right to the top, the ultimate.

We’ll beat your mind, get you from behind. I tell you this time, we’ll do just fine.

Purification, mind operation. Verbal scalpel, the thought, the spell.
I get inside your head. Crowded with what you saw or read.

Resistance, the old order, Crumbling down: a fallen tower.
Intellectual guerrilla, we’ll get to ya….