The Immaculate Conception - Jedi Mind Tricks

«Flesh is a trap.

That’s what he used to say

Flesh is a trap.

And magic sets us free.»

The War of Gods and Men

I condemn them who believe

In ancient fallacies and the heresy of thieves

Burn the unholy in your filthy religion

Paganism and the prism of three-dimensional prison

I walk through the liquid of the Seven Rivers

And deliver rhyme schemes that cut like verbal scissors

Or arrows

The sacred science of the pharaohs

Millennium prophesies of tarots

Murdered cattle, discovered near the crop circles of the land

While we fight wars for political whores like Mary Magdalan

The Hologram plans his incision

Apparition of Tibetan black magicians

My compositions will turn men into slaves

Holographic aspects of particles and waves

Propel the spacecraft in the Pleiades

Dwell in the abyssal plains like the Horse of Hades

The Wheel of Infinity, the Chamber of the Trinity

Levitators of the fifth level magician of divinity

Like a pentadrone, I sent your dome into the forest

Of Ibilis

Like the wilderness of Tan

The Verbal Hologram!

The Verbal Hologram!

«My perception of poetical injection is ejaculation

The Immaculate Conception» (repeat 4X)

The decaton, the higher arc modron

Encompass my soul in a beam like proton

I am Voltron With helmeted head and lotus flower

Incantations, wind walking teleportations

I dwell in a body that can’t be slain

The verbal flame, he atomic spark of pain

So I drain, the energy from your Chakra system

Watch me glisten like the sun

The Chosen One, The cyborg relation

My shit is crazy like Free Masons

Meeting camp crystal lake with Jason

Complex wind, City of screaming metal in the Vatican

I shatter him who walks on the plains of Hell

To sacrifice El, Young El, Young El

A dark fall for all who battle the mystic meditation

Face decapitation and material contamination

By the spiritual deviation

Translation of ancient civilization

Nonaton, overseer of law and order

The verbal slaughter, Hologram walks on water

Immune to illusion and scientifical blows

Armed with black magic, spears, and crossbows

Feeble attempts to apprehend the Hologram

Overstand, I kill man like Wodan

So no man step into the darkness of the set

Study with Chinese masters like Jesus in Tibet

Staff of Moses, urn of ashes

Morphing my soul into solids, liquids, and gases

«My perception of poetical injection is ejaculation

The Immaculate Conception» (repeat 4X)