Aghartha Terrorism

The Deity Complex ft. Supreme Scientist 7 - “Aghartha Terrorism”
[Emcee(s): Supreme Scientist 7 (of The Deity Complex)]
[Producer(s): Chief Abbot Wu Mei (of The Deity Complex)]

[Intro: Supreme Scientist 7 (of The Deity Complex)]
Ayyo, Supreme Scientist one more time.  About to get into this melodious thug shit.  Yo. Hey

[Hook: Samples from 2Pac on 2Pac ft. Obie Trice - “Hennessey”]
“Facing life or death, I was a thug”
“Ever since my mama gave me breath”
“So who am I to try to warn ‘em?”
“I buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry—hey!”

[Verse 1: Supreme Scientist 7 (of The Deity Complex)]
I got
That hot shit, like-the-Sun shit
Platinum and gold, shining it, hit you hard like
A body ‘gainst cement. You know who this is: the nigga
Whose street is like rough water to swim. “Couldn’t
Be him”—that’s what you say to yourself
Secretly, then you start to questioning your health
Yes, it’s me, the E to the average man. I got
Knowledge 360 to The Deity clan (Yes, sir). Yes, I
Am a man of the infinity, lyrically
Adding, which is building, in essence, destroying and
Civilizing, metaphorically baptizing
For rebellious uprising, black people franchising
Tired of being a nice guy and grinning, taking
Second place while these jerks be winning. The E
Lay street, ready and willing. If I get on, I’m focused
On making a killing. Call me the digital, occi-
-pital villain

[Hook: Samples from 2Pac on 2Pac ft. Obie Trice - “Hennessey”]
“Facing life or death, I was a thug”
“Ever since my mama gave me breath”
“So who am I to try to warn ‘em?”
“I buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry—hey!”
“I was a thug”
“Ever since my mama gave me breath”
“So who am I to try to warn ‘em?”
“I buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry—hey!”

[Verse 2: Supreme Scientist 7 (of The Deity Complex)]
I spark
Illusions—what the fuck you think this is?
Chicago representer taking care of biz real
Darkly. Corner, dim light? Don’t spark me
When I’m real bright in the night with them sparkling
Shines that make eyes di-a-late moon-size
Get killed if you rise against this true manifestation
Of hip hop. The cops got the blocks locked. You’ll get
Locked if you slang rocks—the block’s too hot—and jack
Off what you got, but here’s the plot: in the back of the
Club or in the parking lot, I’m ready to battle, so, bitches
Bring what you got and lose your knot unless you choose not
To rock against the Capital E from the Capital L-A-
-K-E F-T-period. I R-I-D-E
Only with these niggas that know me. Got evil trick-
-nologies surrounding my thieves, plus these bitches floating
Around here like sea anemone. Jumping Jiminy

[Interlude: Supreme Scientist 7 (of The Deity Complex)]
Ayyo, I’ma take a vacation from this rhyme shit though. This ain’t my thing, but I do like it a little something

[Hook: Samples from 2Pac on 2Pac ft. Obie Trice - “Hennessey”]
“Facing life or death, I was a thug”
“Ever since my mama gave me breath”
“So who am I to try to warn ‘em?”
“I buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry—hey!”