DESCRIPTION:
Produced by Apoc The Death Architect

Mixed by Batas

I. - Kensa
Behold the children born inside tornado fires and infernal hail
Storming with a burning trail as I set fire to the hurricane
Disguise perdition as paradise behind the pearly gates
Then generate star collisions when I project myself to eternal space
Leave it to the architect to make this orchestration
And with the maestro to preserve and keep the facts in moderation
While I'm born and raised to compensate for wack extermination
We are the Gods of Apathy and Heavenly Host congregation
We keep the flame by fighting those who fire back with a blowtorch
And those who water it down get Caged in Hell's Winter with a snowstorm
Weaving lyrics into a twisted double helix
They say hip hop is dead, we just kept it under the wings of phoenix
An iconoclast with pyroclastic flow, I'm scholastic
Torch your plastic songs and blast this scorching track then drop more classics
Serving as prophylactic for the masses, it's how we let the flames erupt
We're burning through the city with a cigarette and Nero when he frantically dances under the raining blood

II. - Apoc
Spill my heart and soul when I hit the pen and pad
It's poetry in motion when I have the mic at hand
And carry on tradition, uphold its truest form
'Cause I intend to keep the flame on like the Human Torch
I remember looped samples was something special
But nowadays rappers wanna spit over techno
Have a sense of history before you grab a pencil
Go back to move forward like you're watching Memento
So bring back them lyricists who really brung skills
Bring back them producers who really come ill
If you call me a hater, I wouldn't give a fuck still
I ain't stuck in the 90's, I'm just stuck with what's real
I've come to behead the parasites and the scavengers
Restore the movement like you recovered from paralysis
The underground is here to stay, prepare to seize the moment
We got power in numbers without using exponents

III. - Sak Maestro
This cold world kept raising held assumptions
So I give you proof of my spontaneous self-combustion
Now my torch is lit by scorching wit and I'm burning with conviction
A cataclysm through lyricism, gonna ignite a mass emission
I'll eradicate and incinerate these weaklings who keep breeding
Life will rise from all of the ashes like the phoenix for the reaping
This fire that I'll be feeding's gonna bring meaning to a healing
Resurge! So burn up the earth because it is needing a kaingin
My environment's a grotesque pyro temple
An obsidian dominion, my empire's abysmal
I'm the death child cleansed by Mephisto
He blessed my baptismal with hellfire from brimstone
I spit universal, no one can extinguish my verbal inferno
It's carbonization and cauterization, this global cremation will make me eternal
I've been rekindled for this game to ether up your names
My rage will set you ablaze with pure disdain, we are the keepers of the flame so burn!