Habitat of The Gasmask

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] It’s the habitat of the gasmask, suitcase nukes Exploding iPhones, artificial intelligence to cyborgs Every man, woman, and child shall be identified By a microchip implanted and injected in the eye Peep how they operate, beat you in the mouth with rape Fuck you in their face, bang you in their crown with shanks Navigate through crowds of snakes, pounds of shake Miles of flakes, that dickface’s smiles is fake Produce rage like Tom Morello out for scrilla Move weight like an eBay Power Seller My sounds of terror beat games Mega Therion Carry on, life is like an epic The chariots of God, lost children scheming to floss Sum up’ll cost billions, dollars in digital Monsters with pistols who transcend beyond the physical Rocket launcher missiles cruise like the words I use Until collisions prove catastrophic Satanic prophets in space capsule cockpits Watching demons and angels clashing in the moshpits Welcome to the Apocalypse, the final step, the final conflict The final concept is not death, listen… [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Everybody is a cyborg and the recession is fake They had me fucked up giving a confession to jake I ain’t wanna get knocked but I guess it was fate I’m a fallen angel, a descendant of apes I’m an ancient astronaut, I’m from the Nephilim race Biochip is here so you get arrested and raped Hitler never died, they just faked his death and escaped It was genocide but they never questioned the hate I was petrified, now I rock a vest and I’m safe And these stupid motherfuckers have obsession with faith The world’s welfare rests with the congressional snakes This is Hell here, just look at the president’s face All I saw was darkness at presidental debates My mind too strong moving at exceptional pace And the AR-15 just leveled the place Now we live in Thunderdome unacceptable place [Verse 3: Slaine] Got a crazy feeling, certain people watching me walk I’m too high to know who the fuck’s dropping me off Why the fuck my knuckles are so covered in blood Somehow I got a funny feeling that the government does Check one: no bank account, no bills in my name Check two: no jobs, taxes, or children to claim Fuck I think they can trace me, basically chase me Erase me in facing the paper they basically Made me famous, I hate this, I’m wasted I’m strapped on my back like a fucking lunatic patient I’m not going crazy, they’re swearing I’m maybe Erica, please take care of the baby Baby, don’t be hysterical, hysteria’s hazy Always knew how my mysterious ways be You just thought I was lazy on the couch Instead I was feeling the taste of the gun in my mouth Ouch!