The Last Days

[Intro] And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with the beasts of the earth [Verse 1: Prince Ea] See, I came from the land of pride The last days. Flash-bang and I plant the bomb Fake plates, face paint with the camouflage I got nothing to live for, my family died I'm in my basement, and every night I cry Wondering why nobody understands the signs This is the time when the UFO's ran the skies And I'm living underground, trying to plan my rise The oracle told me not to doubt my place I walked in the room and she said, "don't worry about the vase" I responded, "what vase?", and knocked it over Caught it before it hit the ground, I was not supposed to She looked at me and said "Yo, you not the one" So I, cocked the gun and then stopped the fun The four-five (.45) gave her closed eyes She couldn't predict that shit and I thought she was so wise I think about my mind and how old it is Encrypted inside is an Einstein-Rosen bridge Somebody hold the phones I got some of the dopest poems ever written, chiseled on the Dropa stones Check my DNA for Annunaki chromosomes Thermopylae prophecy with Newtonian overtones I'm the only rapper alive to rule the empire of holy Rome It's just a shame that no one knows I'm growing old, and my days are numbered So I try to calm my nerves when I'm playing the organ Looking at my window, waiting for the day of the horsemen Those that don't band together to raid the portal Will end up slaves, living in a cage getting tortured Don't say I didn't try to warn ya Seven trumpet melody I knew Revelations was guaranteed When I saw Presidents turned into celebrities Armageddon was our destiny And it occurred right before me My life is the perfect story of failure turned to glory I'm in the top five dead or alive, first into purgatory I write my verses in the early morning And tell my pigeon here's my lyrics, take it to the colonel for me I'm on my journey with the gray aliens Don't, worry a bit, I know it can get dangerous And bicker about field theory and quantum entanglement In a cigar shaped spaceship the same length as a stadium My lyrics are translated in 80 languages by academia Label him the same kind of genius as Wolfgang, Amadeus Open your eyes and try to see it Like a sign from Jesus, or even coming from God Prince Ea is just one of a kind And I'm so ahead of my time You might find anachronisms inside each one of my rhymes