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1.   "Introducing ..." 
2.        "Here It Comes"                        [lyrics]
3.   "The Fury"                               [lyrics]
4.   "One Mind"                               [lyrics]
5.   "You Don't Want To Be A Target" [lyrics]
6.        "Executioners"                          [lyrics]
7.   "Sunrise"                                  [lyrics]
8.   "I Like What You Do To Me"         [lyrics]
9.   "My Eyes Have Seen Enough"       [lyrics]
10.       "Planets"                   
11.       "Craft Of The Assassin"              [lyrics]
12.       "Just For The Record (Part II)" 
13.       "L.E. Introduction"  

INSTRUMENTAL VERSIONS OF MOST SONGS ARE AVAILABLE

LYRICS: 

Verse I (Visual Poetics)
From the golden apple, holdin’ these clones in shackes, Microphones get dismantled words burst like Roman Candles
at gunpowder, come louder than Independence Day. Kids get hit and sprayed, words ricochet like trigger play.
Black Ernest Hemmingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Sharp enough to make heads roll, 
Rip y'all apart like velcro. My brother, stays bent like an elbow
Me? Hell no, I’m breathing Oxygen-Nitrogen. Coming from the Temple of the Sun, cypherin’,
bringing Thunder and Lightning, snipin’ men. Flows flash you back to forty days and nights again.
These Gods, bang like the Clash of the Titans, when
you bring it to the mountain top, better keep your crew wary.
(We) hold your spot down already, bump heads like two Aries.
Crews rarely make it to see a new dawn, (we) cut em out like coupons and tell em to move on…

Verse II (Forge)

As soon as you ask for me I’m filling capacity. A crowd full of chain smokers, couldn’t find a match for me.
MCs they after me, that’s the way it has to be, see Forge holds the belt, shorty, I’m locking it like chastity.
Ain’t nobody trapping me, like furs, the words come back to me.
I speak it, teach it, reach your ears, I hear your fears come rap to me.
Rhymin’s like a factory, the Master keeps on building
I used to rob, now what’s the odds, I guess the Gods be willing.
Who’s living for the day? OK, I know my mens be willin’
But we ain’t even think there’s life past the year 2000.
So why the f*** I’m gonna act? That’s why I F’ing rap.
Show these kids there’s more than that, Brooklyn – Where the f*** you at?


Verse III (Bravestar)

Ring the alarm, cause mad words is bringing em harm.
Better stay calm, a verbal terrorist droppin’ bombs
Making Saddam, look like Mr. Roger when mics are on,
what are you on? We can go back and forth like Ping-Pong.
Drown in the alarm, drop to the bottom of the death pool,
to prove nothing but you and your crew were exceptional.
Destroyed as usual for frontin, lucky I left you with a flesh wound,
cause only a fool would feud with the few.
Keeping Hip-Hop original, rugged raps, running thru tracks,
bass grumbling, stage crumbling, amps malfunctioning, 
the destruction of DATs, leveling the place flat.
Shuffle your feet Black or become a scuff on my sneaks.
I’m here only to reach, wack MCs thinking s*** is sweet
inside the industry – Then it occurred to me, Hip-Hop is at that state of emergency,
urgently searching for poetry that’s worthy (it) emerged in me.
Came forth to either kill or restore, flip the see-saw, remove em all
With precise methods when I’m writing my epic paragraph killing your whole story.
Might as well cheer and chant than chance challenging me for the glory.
When I write, I play the Judge and Jury. Take the journey if you fit inside the category…

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My methods of madness brings wretched sadness Death passes quick - you dose - after that sh*t who knows.  We're told that more chapters will unfold when we roll out on life's road I find life cold - but those that's twice told are first lit when the bonbs hit - my don clique, stays true to form and just like a brick from a pyramid in Egypt, we fit the battles are done, contests won, you know the outcome.  Judges pick Taajwar ahead number one.  We stick to our guns, when sh*ts thick you run.  Mad L's we bun' licking shots until our shells are done - hellspun.  These Gods, off course, fallen angels hold a torch like a weapon using willpower - to force our way back into heaven.  We stay attacking reverends, devils in disguise despise the Sevens DTs kill me pulling, rank like Frank Drebbon.  Go bother some robber packing mack-elevens we're divine, burning in hellfire just for trying to chill with the sire next to the most high - down to the wire when these things get dire, Egypt's forms messiah forever a scholar.  Mind moves spectacular lost my religion as a toddler, go to church less than Dracula.  On notice from purgatory, two acres from Hell.  But y'all can't condemn us cause we're all living parallel.  Spend our whole lives on DATs and Maxell.  The story stays the same as long as crack sells.  Pack gats just as well, busting caps at your shell, the whole time knowing what goes around carousels, even Pharaohs yell.  I hear my alter ego teasing me, but I spend my energy trying to reach the next frequency and vibrate above this insanity.  But will crucify anybody crossing me like Christianity, dissect you mechanically.  Separate the real from the theory.  It's the fury.

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Verse I (Visual Poetics)

We spit rhymes from one mind – Now represents our time
Run thru cities knocking down houses and power lines
Lay landmines. Wake up call for mankind – 
Rise and shine beyond the nine, nine, nines
Walk a fine line, between crazy and creative
You’re a Hip-Hop fan? Holla! We’re all related
Never give props to actions falsely stated
Who got rhyme of the month? Me and Taaj often debate it
Either you love us or you ain’t really listening
(These) top ranked lyricists are also your favorite musicians
Egyptian, accessing a much greater wisdom
My crewmen suffer form the same affliction –
The same addiction, the art runs through my veins like heroin
Strong and dark, just like the skin it’s buried in
So I get around, like the planet I’m carrying
Lock this down like a bunch of Rastafarians

Chorus I

One Mind, One sign, One place, One time
The blessed on a quest for divine, One Mind, One Kind,
The heart and soul of the rhyme makes the whole world shine


Verse II (Taajwar)

We maintain through the madness in a world gone savage
Little Egypt is way above average – 
With cloud nine status, We cruise at altitudes that bruise your tongues, lungs and eardrums
We’re fearsome, split personality victims
Known to flip in an instant and change
Cause these new days are different and strange
Like you can burn a spliff on a bench and get banged
Shots rang…the game still the same but you hang 
cause everyone’s deranged and quick to take aim
and maim over a dame, a name or a spot that they can’t really claim
The s***’s a silly shame – nobody use(s) their brain
They’re either thugged out, insane or drugged out
Choosing their vein to bug out
And focus on drug while we focus on love
and being at one with up above
We run unimpeded – There’s one way to Egypt
We’re the type of cats with one life to live and one way to lead it

Verse III (Visual Poetics)

We got rhymes like Brooklyn got weedspots
Like – My dome gotta be locked and thugs keep the heat cocked
As long as it’s aimed at beast, hold your own protection
For the common goal I share a soul with my brethren
Revolution – Welcome to the soldier’s section
We travel – Way beyond the globe to hold a session
Bring back descriptions of heaven – For reverends
Then distribute our thoughts so you can all know perfection
Every time I write a rhyme its like I draw my own reflection
Memorize the lyricals to really know Visual
Screaming Peace but leave ignorant cats miserable
like I just released a pistol full of…


Verse IV (Taajwar)

When we run up in the club burning dubs of strugs
show love to these thug drug sellers, post-prison cell dwellers
Still on the same shit, same clique, same sticks
No doubt put the ice out
Hit the switch – Cut the lights out
Fellas get jealous and over zealous cause I gotta nice house,
nice leathers, nice shoes, nice jewels, nice weather when we cruise
There ain’t nothing nice when we gotta light fools with nice tools
Money making right moves. Crews with the right stuff
pay their dues – At night bust the rust – Not much to discuss
This much manpower on one side’s atrocious
Clans get devoured – We’re ferocious
Why approach this? Defeats your diagnosis
One Mind, One rhyme, One line
Little E…

Chorus II

One love, One drug, Hard living, One thug
You can end it all with One slug, One love, One drug
Peace to my peeps deceased give em One hug – One Blood

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Verse I (Visual Poetics)
People always ask me, how I make the words fit.
On my birthday, Destiny said burn this from now til’ your return trip
And ever since my very first physical,
Tapes came with warning stickers signed by Surgeon Generals
And feds be – trying to shut me down like three felonies
On top of that the FCC be double checkin’ me
So now I write my rhymes coded in hieroglyphs
But Israeli intelligence tried to snatch the microchips
Out my PC…Spinnin’ CD’s backwards searchin’ for hiddens
Hopin’ a brother, from Brooklyn, slips up like Nixon
I ain’t tryin’ to see prison – keep the microphone tapped
I think before I speak – Watch my back for Kojak
Pro-Black on top of that, highly organized
See thru all yall’s disguises – go to war with rhymes
So come around the park trying to spark some action
BK Assassins – break yall up like glass-men…

[Chorus] From the Sunsets to the sunrise, my sons rise like the solar
Stay cool like Polar – tek in the Winter Check the inventor
Of this here that splinters, Sound sets indentured…

Verse II (Taajwar)
We burn meth sticks, spit and talk s***
Walk thick…In the hawk rock knits
Little drunken bastards. We all kept liks…
Empty bags of cigar guts left on the bricks.
Evidence of mad drug habits – thugs wanna live lavish.
Glamour, glitz fake tits in the Ritz
Carlton getting’ blitzed. When you ain’t got it
it feels sick…Its psychotic…
This usually leads to a stick, take the next man’s s***
If you slept that’s it…
At night…We crept on vics – chronic on the constant 
make me write an epic…Check it
Reflect quick on life and times that got hectic…
Knives and nines was selected. Nowadays, nobody’s protected
Young girls get naked, while older Gods wreck it.
They slid raw, leavin’ the cat sore and infected
The poor are livin’ wretched, getting’ f***** by life
While the rich strictly sex and s**** trife…

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Verse III (Taajwar/Visual Poetics)

In our lifetime, we did crime and served time
Observe the rhymes that merge minds combined
Side by side with gunrunners and drugsmugglers,
Deep like hillbillies, and we all bloodbrothers
Who bear hug each other – Share love each other 
Rare thugs who hover – over one another
Meanwhile, man murders man, to gain the upperhand
We need another plan – Like returning to the Motherland
Through the burning sands of Egypt we inscript
Sanscrit on scripts to signal the eclipse
And cats that slip – get burned from the hip
When we drift…Back Home…on return trips…

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Verse I (Taajwar)

Life given, clean liven, linen over denim, 
Those the type a women I love to give rhythm
Love to live with em, love to keep hidden,
love to sleep with em – way down deep in that forbidden zone skiddin’
Dread tones redbones, hair in a ribbon
First time we met no lines just adlibbing
A bonafied ‘10’ make me down to put a bid in –
Sacrifice a smidgen for a phoenix not a pigeon
Gaps we be bridgin’ lips kissin’ where you listen we compared reps
I ain’t kissin where you pissin’ but she could care less
A wisdom with the vision to stack cash and invest
Cute face, butt and breast, that gotta be the best
Smooth flesh in tight Guess
The kind a broad so bad, I might write less
A queen’s priceless, even if she ice-less 
The type that never plays second best to the rest
I never second guess, if the cat is fresh and she can pass test
Cool girls are keepers, 
The type to go to clubs and play it close to the speakers
Plain Jane sleepers, sex and smoke reefer
You know you got the one when you used to be a creeper,
now you play the crib, got the number to ya beeper
Bad as sh!t, but attitudes the best feature, experience the best teacher
Lovely creature, I’d love to meet ya, how can man greet ya
other than politely, you know I like what you do for me nightly
Slightly wifey, nah, but it might be…

Chorus I

Verse II (Visual Poetics)

True story – Bakin’ in the sauna, Summertime in the city God, just playing the corner
Dreds caught the aura, must’ve been straight karma
Seen some hips swiveling back and forth like a snakecharmer
At times like this, hard not to move in like a pirate ship
but how ya step to Isis with a mouth full of impoliteness
I was like Miss – Hate to pull you to the side like this
but, I caught your vibe and I’m afraid I insist
Her smile, like mist, behind it, a hint of shyness
told me she’d been growing her hair out since like ninety-six
and her locks done already picked up on my vibrance
Ain’t often you catch a vibe like this on some like-mindedness
She said – She spent her nine to fives in a clinic
but in a past life, she studied psych in Kemet
I told her – I don’t remember that far back -
but if I did, it was probably physics
Now I write rhymes infinite
I hold a nine to five but that’s imprisonment, get it?
She said – You’re a poet? Well brother, let’s hear it
So I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and sent it
Direct to her spirit – “Truthfully, I like what you do for me.”

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Verse III (Khordz-255)

Ain't nuthin' like my princess, So I can't settle for less
When I got the best, And I'm constantly impressed
From the inside of her mind to the softness of her breasts, Judge, I plead "No contest"
The jewel I possess, Is straight form the family crest
Now she's in my nest, Rubbin' my chest, Mmmm...I'm blessed.
Ever since you came through, My boo
Two Fifity Five has been Touched by an angel
I say, "My God thank you"
Baby you saved me, So glad you're my lady
Sunshine on my face, Hands on your waist
You glide at a heavenly pace, I'm a take you to that place
Straight with no chaser, You see

'Cause I like what you do for me...
I like what you do for me... I like what you do for me... I like what you do for me...

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Verse I (Forge)
No thanks to education Forge explored meditation
Mental maze once solved, surpassed my own expectations
N***** want fame like kids want summer vacation
Hold a crowd at attention, like soldiers in formation
Fates too late for some, while others deeply in it
Tell moms it ain’t a game, while she clearly see I’m in it
Too many friendships die over two to nine facing
So I try my best to make your next weekly visitation
Faces in the past come back when there’s lots to do
Creation of the physical and spiritual form is possible
Beef, swine or weak minds the only things that’s stopping you
Lots of you can’t understand – only most Apostles do
But truly when I tell it, I know most of yall will follow
Sort of like crowds boo bad acts at the Apollo
C. Marshall manifested here but he’s departed
It ain’t over once we die, we really only started
But life after death, that’s really no concern to me
Topics on my man, now he’s living on eternally
Who’s ready to die? If born again sold
Only the living shall profit. Let the chapters unfold
Behold: Self, Knowledge, Wisdom – You can never have enough
So much more to living life but My Eyes Have Seen Enough

Chorus I
My Eyes have seen enough but I got more years left
My Eyes have seen enough so this ain’t my last breath
If I die – I guess the World ain’t ready for me yet
My Eyes get wide every time I see success

My Eyes have seen enough but I got more years left
My Eyes have seen enough so this ain’t my last breath
If I die – I guess the World ain’t ready for me yet
So I’m staying on the Earth so the Earth can see the Best

Verse II (Forge)
I go all out for my mens, don’t ever try my kin
Dunns used to be styling now we’re rivals for skins
Got my eye on a slim, Black five with a trim
You’re telling stories ‘bout your man? Why you liver than him?
But the livest men. Move quiet and deadly
When kids talk shit, Forge stays silent but ready
Trying to minus the petty. Plus my aims steady
Seen mad lives fall off. That’s why I’m so edgy
Don’t stand too close. Encroach like cliffhangers
Known mostly for bangers. And strangers, would think –
My whole teams rangers, the way that we be shootin’
My team of all-stars got your whole squad recruitin’
Trying to get on top when the whole game is petty
Take your time and watch. I’ve seen too much already

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Verse III (Taajwar)
Done seen ex-cons and sequences get more relentless and pay the consequences.
The most intense is death. Never forget past threats like n***** in dice who ass bet.
A high percent are dense to they’re last breath. Yo, we keep it movin’ even with no gas left.
That’s the law of nature cause n***** love paper
We’re creators of the Greatest - so we protect our own
And as the sun shines I reflect in my dome.
And resurrect a poem that to some is profound
What goes around comes around – Fake flows
Then it’s around til souls get blown down
Brain dead in the mental, Out of state me a Quaree pushed weight in a rental
Reminisce on all the s*** that we went thru, wakes that we went to
For n***** that we knew that didn’t make it thru
Making me sentimental. Lord life ain’t gentle
Its short, so play hard, F*** court – we’re rolling with a get paid squad
We got to get even cause these days are odd, You spoil the child when you spare the rod
See what we say God.

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Verse I (Bravestar)

I put paragraphs on paper, the mics no longer safe for MCs, 
Dutchie’s mental burns to a degree not easily – identified by the autopsy, watch me
plants props, and let em grow, doin’ shows, I got more talent than the Apollo
and Jah know – all those who follow will get swallowed
Its easy to be hard you frauds, your thoughts are hollow
If you’re not guaranteed tomorrow,
anything’s guaranteed to happen
We’re trapped in, where everything counts on our reaction
Whether its rappin’ or verbally I’m attackin’
with beats that I be smashin’ rhymes as good as finding cash and
then I’m flashin’, you askin’, Who was that kid rappin’?
Bravestar’s not too far, up to par I be catching
get some traction, slip and that mic you’ll be passin’ – BK Assassin

Verse II (Taajwar)

Ya born in ignorance and innocence then become wise thru experience
seasonal incidence force gents to act condensed react with guns in defense ever since
my sons get bent – never would have known we'd see tons of mint
live life wit one intent there’s no coincidence stay convinced like a charge of treason
every thing in life gotta happen for a reason
In this season of diseasin wack emcee'in is infectious, EP beams on the road like ten Lexus we flex this 
addict style nine mathematics get hit with the wrath as my blast hits ya cast
with more fire arms than a pitchin staff switch ya path before this bullet splits ya shaft 
appeal to the mass behind the wheels crash in the ritz for half dubs 
roll like knits in bath tubs back on the ave show mad love 
like bad advice shady n***** had me thinkin twice about the ones we trust suns we crush crumb 
we lust guns we bust got me trippin like tons of dust we discussed 
soakin all the burners let the guns rust no more blastin no more compassion 
Egypt stay flashin BK assassins what

[Chorus] BK Battalion, blasting, sniper fashion
1-0-8 Dragons!!! Craft of the Assassin


Verse III (Forge)

It’s the BK assassin, quick to start off blastin’, In and out like fashion trends, I capture friends
Use em as bait for my enemies, If they come, I was right, they were never a friend of me
Only a kin of me becomes five star, generally, Men, like winds of change never breakin’ only bendin’ me
You’re grillin’ me but idleness, curses those who spy on us, Better keep your eye on this,
Neighbor in the devil’s playground, no ties to us, 
Heard my name now, amongst men so when I stay down, plot to reappear with new ways now, take aim now, 
and focus on your target, when the god gets, revenge, graves are marked like when the narcs hit
Get the tre-pound…
I understand, don’t want to stay now, use live rounds, even in practice
never heard of that sh!t, its backwards, Flippin’ more than words back with IRS tactics
Knockin’ out champs, no chance for split decisions, Left in suspicion, dead as Sonny Liston
Newspaper listings feature coming attractions, In a battle of ten, nine missing in action

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Verse IV (Visual Poetics)

I come in nasty, bubblin’ like kids with acne, Gamblin with your career facin’ verbal vigilante
flippin’ antes, thinking the mic’s in my off hand, but when frauds stand, I hit em like Bob Marley’s lawman
Got em!!! Equally nice with mics in each hand, Name on a post office wall and on C-Span
Write rhymes freehand, styles run away like Harriet, Put my name on the mic so the next man can’t carry it
Sort of like that hammer, got game like Atlanta, Track slammer, break up ground like jackhammers
From here to Beijing, spread out like gangrene, Burn up your label, no matter who they bring
Frauds get dissed, names are scratched off the list, Can’t bring more than this, I control the boards like Risk 
Let off scripts, like ammo, got beef? Let’s battle!, Little Egyptian, Pharaoh
Silence your night like christmas carolin’ – Traveling,
at the speed of thought, MCs get caught, in the People’s court – The streets of New York
Where kids let the pistols sing…
Judge, Jury and Guillotine…

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