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 lens's 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, pentagrams enscriptions 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