The First Zulu

[Verse 1]
I used to wake up with cold sweats and a night vision
Codons coated with blueprints and a secret mission
The architect told me i was supposed to build a shrine
In the minefield a rather mastodon decision
Objections rang out the black angel sang out
I wasn't ready thought the matrix was exquisite
If I take my mask off exposure might kill me
They'll make me try and use my brittle bones to build me
The wolves on the sidelines eyes wide they're bursting
Waiting for the first drop of blood on the curtain
But I was raised on the songs and the verses
The teacher told me knowledge reigned supreme over churches
And the birthin' of the savior was a favor by a wisdom who had fasted 30 days before conceiving the apparition
So I listen, yeah, and I waited

[Verse 2]
I danced on the Devil's grave and feasted with the gods
Had a Parliament in August while verbal commun' with Mars
Told my enemies my pen is deadly they should really fall back
Then we can have our planets but their ain't room for combat
I'm bigger than the blogosphere pardon me for bragging here
Full-blooded titan releasing lightning in the atmosphere
Ignited by the passion of the charlatans and harlots
Bringin' Qing to the kingdom while the cheeks burn scarlet
It's deadly serious style wars are bound
Even the dopest crews desperately fumblin' for the crown
Just call me [?] cast spells when I battle
I bring the heavy [?] got the medal
Victory's in my clutches like the holy black Jedi
Like the spark under the bridges so the dummies can get the lead out
We movin' space-age

[Verse 3]
I travel through the valley of the dead amongst the living
Where a man will sell his spirit to a demon for a shilling
But he ain't copping albums 'cause there's value in his ignorance
Stay violent stay alive and you'll be prized of the deliverance
I never trust a scripture that was written by a royal
Posin' as holy men but made the scriptures as they give ya
Picture me dumbin' down divine intelligence for guapo
Profit from the prophecies controlled by the Gestapo
Not an option, a free agent since I kill in Orlando
I do this for the thrill the dollar bill don't mean the bando
The black saigon cited from the hardest cats in Zion
Spit flames and watch me cast the gold mic from iron
I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't made for this
The bloodline was engineered and purpose prearranged for this
They prayed for this