Temple Knight

(Die with a degree of dignity. Don't lay down with tears and agony. There's nothing to death, it's just stepping over into another plane. Don't, don't be this way.) [an excerpt from Jim Jones' final speech at Jonestown]

"Yo, zoofed out. fuckin' blood is lead man."

Yo, blotter art, I rip bladders apart
Edged with subject, rep the Coven
As the horror bomb, threat the public
Fans with P.S.I helmet plugins
Protective lenses busted
In convalescence, mescaline puppet
Genetics fucked with, in the lab
Experiment with mustards
Synthesize human experiment
My sweat's a psychedelic substance
Vision quest, set up tents at the edge of summits
My trip peaks intense, eyeballs combusted
My tentacles stretch to the sun, edges touching
Fuck rap, I drown my ex like nothing for stress reduction

(Nobody joins a cult. Nobody joins something they thinks gonna hurt them. They join a religious organization, you join a political movement, and you join with people that you really like.) [Deborah Layton on Jim Jones's brainwashing of his followers at Jonestown]

You gassed, like me cut your ribs some vents
Burn kids to death
I turn rivers crimson red
I'm twisted, my face of hip-hop like mugshots of heads on crystal meth
My crib's a mess, the floor of my kitchen, pentagram inscriptions etched
You fuck with me I'm on you like an Argentina curse, witches hex
One day I flipped, woke up, heard a whisper
Got out the whip, zipped the vest
Went in class high from the spliff dipped in wet
So my eyes was chinky, shooting like Virginia Tech
Left liver's lead
If we met again, I'd dig him stretched
That full forced wicked breath
I'll put out your cigarette
Fuck who's bigger than
Mask on like Victor hit his set
Hit his set, mask on like Victor I hit his set