Chorus: Stairwells Take the first step of your descent Stairwells Straightforward lines are hellbent We tearin down the construct, blueprints and splinter cells Move stealthily, we droppin steadily, the stairwells Mic Wrecka: this is not a takeover 'cause y'all never had it in the first place give y'all the head start but still couldnt cope wit our pace we've been behind the scenes witnessing the wackest set of emcees to date dreaming of glory as their destiny, The Rebel Scum dictates your fate- tality,put an end to your rhymin ability leave you in shockwave cause your waveforms indicates you've recorded horizontally that's zero in decibles,gain the faders, you're still soft in level we hit hard like distorted sounds, engineers define as uncompressable we're expandable, it affects your followers as if 'theres nothing that can't be done' we're unstopable the reason everyone seemed to shun you ain't going nowhere disguising as an emcee i've got my man Words tracking and haunt those whose faking reality 'cause you can't hide from the truth, the truth is upon you the truth hurts especially you've got fans wit no clues supporting you and the truth is you'll always be regarded as a rapper trying to put words on mics well die trying or get rich over bullshit, damn I... WordsManifest: concrete laws animalistic, urban jungle books of statistics my mind's a construction site, i shake it once and i spit acidic strip Zion of its Hasidic, notions of truth and the children of Israel choose to reload life with chunks left out like your movie's got missed reels i'm train stoppin faster than speeding bullet-time sequence, your frames droppin a braveheart against chainmail armour with your linked sequins, you're style copying files corrupted, the joker's wild with the facsimile artificial intelligence, i am my worst enemy still circling peripheries rotating sceneries axis-tential militant software duplicate fast like stencils 2B graded or not to be pencil-pushing fundamentals of physics in realtime cached experience, you're nothing but a fake cynic in real crime architecture felonous, underminging the interior design spit scripture venomous, be prepared for syntax error i'm end of line *Chorus Illson: the rebels disowned you like orphans than having trouble finding your originality when u see or visualize the emcess abilities to hold the words then flow through oddysey than living like legends and die in fantasies, life is a dream where most of it shattered by imagination kills the one who splattered blood through the hearts of men revenge so the lost must vanquish before it ends every beginning of life i start a new chapter as the day grows old or must i master the art of deception to seek the prose before the final fight the messenger would deliver the truth but would you see the light and remain the same change is inevitable so i hope it keeps me sane when i rain blood i couldnt feel the pain cuz i knew the truth hurts and if you would like to cut your wrist first i'll be there to quench your thirst as i kiss your soul way far from beyond the realms of mere mortals with a thousand candles wishing you were settled down... down.. down.. down... *Scratch break

WordsManifest: this is a satellite telecast from asteroid M polarised words manifest into battles of Us against Them Clash of the Titans, mythology corrupts the Argonauts product of Anakin, Star Wars and Soviet cosmonauts laying waste to Autobots, heavy metal, the hands of Primus weapons of mass destruction wipe you out before you find us you wrongfully defined us the bird flu over the cuckoo's nest to test for japanese encephalitis animate your tentacles the virgin suicide note padded cell shaded headshot's hysterical Doctor Doom the medicals Professor X marks the spot, when things come full circle, i head the sphericals round and round we go, tax man! the revolver Beetlejuice, daylight come, laugh at your horror in my little shop The Rebel Scum's got more in store opportunities are less windows, and Mordor Chorus: We're turnin tables like pages, flip scripts on your fables Set trip, you're unstable, from your stage to your label Better bounce, if you're able, or hit the concrete The circle is complete, behold the Rogues' Gallery Set trip, you're unstable, from your stage to your label Better bounce, if you're able, or hit the concrete The circle is complete, behold the Rogues' Gallery Mic Wrecka: im on a mission of world domination the rate of globalization cannot cope with the pace of our operation so forget breakin through sound barriers its either u move along or helplessly end up wit "please dont bury us"- alive,leaders left with weak empires thats full of strife to be the best,surpass that,now i rectify the situation misleading to the faculties of hearing destroying mics until theres none left for verbal communicating manufactures on a world wide exodus like Norton runnin out of hypothesis for anti-viruses command you like darkside version of your father transformin Megatron weaponry for Devastator Lex Luthoring your doomsday so ull never see tommorrow the reason u quickly claim not to be a superhero cuz ure a weak species with lois lane to care for u fell for the abilities from the Kryptonites of my metaphor *Chorus Illson: illson the super villain mad circle industry number one enemy seriously can it be ayotollah like khomeni i-ran overseas intelligence over me consciously let it be apocolypse cable on the opposite ominiously monolith my composite compensate substances abused i used to fix the plug that fused peripherals of my periphernalia to sell ya over across over again start a game over my snake eyes of a storm shadow strike like cobra i see metal heads dont even look like destro i bust track to outerspace than tracks like astro train my coagulated blood brain spilled the same sane spelled my name citizen kane came anti hero fame dont blame it on the rain i reign lyrically my rhymes and content doesnt spit differently *Chorus

(newscaster intro) Mic Wrecka: Considered as weapons of mass destruction amongst wack emcees The Rebel Scum defense mechanism dispatches enemies At ease,dont lose yourself in this war between ill n fame let your weapon of choice annihilate the target, so take aim with the pen n pad as the tools for architectin detonate the mic, when my vocal drops your mind's blowin your whole crew n followers vanquished in demolition fake ones depopulatin, hiphop terrorists retaliatin so now we on high alert of full defence i tear 'em apart like the red sea as soon as the battle commence goin up againts me,you try hard like the Scud missile Mic Wrecka be the reactor that launches your career to fatal dreams need to be shattered when push comes to shove im sick of these wack rappers claim they do it for the love ending this confrontation by droppin weapons of massive destruction mutating yo brain leavin your weapons a mass-if destruction Chorus: When we on the pen and pad you know (it's World War) When we get on the mic, you know (it's World War) When we blowin out your box, you know (it's World War Radio anthem, you are now added) Illson: mass destruction the noise is violent the i double L phonics break the silence my self scienctific wisdom is prolific illustrated like national geographic magazines aint what it seems than life u living in for rhymes that i write they souls who lived in sin blasphemy should we ceased to coexist these rhymes are felt like bombs and terrorist ponder and deliberate, mislead by simplicity creeping through the minds and moving to society suicidal tendencies like the kamikaze high symbolic values and mass casualties psychologically diabolical, histerical inferdels falling from prominent monument its evident, my constant deviant is defiant (newscaster bridge) WordsManifest: the bomb drops, from the lyricist nemesis blowin out your speakers, with reverse Genesis Stone Age catalyst, cut off your arms race with old school biochemistry, the gas face my lines laced, anthrax courses through my syntax social reform, in your three quarter inch jacks most DJs pinch wax, K samples declarations of war, CNN reports of condemnation it's the mic occupation, that's leaving you scarred when i detonate, flames flow thick like Brent Spar armory below par, wherever you are i level the field from Ampang to Kandahar hqa: nerve gas, swerve past, execution deadly obstruct airways, effectively heavyweight the rest victims, my tone alone de-regulates cardiac rhythms army pack discipline - on the mic party cats we're leavin - outta sight discharge warheads remotely 5-megaton bombs explodin holdin, any means of resistance enemies will sweat the absence of treatment the absence of substance, they're all empty my nuclear winter freeze cheese emcees EMP, civilisation blackout moon suits couldn't fend you from the fallout - all out fuck keepin your hopes intact the catalyst to all of your failures is back *Chorus *Scratch outro

Chorus: Ashes to ashes and dust to dust It's the exodus Ashes to ashes and dust to dust (It's the back track on wax) It's the exodus Illson: i got tones, rhyming on microphone caught up in zone never leave me alone put u on the dial connected to my style the i double L joint ready to make it wild back in the days on the set to the floor when the artform core when papa duke went raw like a machine gun funk era still got my mind over matter ready to make it better than the last was unknown.. Mic Wrecka: it's like once upon a time without ending happily ever after wat started as dope ryhmes turned to its all about the paper Mic Wrecka is here to be the rectifier you the hottest in hiphop? well now you left in cinders i'm destroying mics until there's none left picture an emcee as a sessionist without a treble clef microphone manufactures on a worldwide exodus leavin emcees in ashes and dust to dust WordsManifest: word of mouth is that the mouth of words is deadly you tempt me, to break it to you not so gently correct me, if i am mistaken but your crown is taken so when i stake my claim, stop fakin pretenders to the throne, blown i flow nice like predecessors so i rock the gramophone phone your grandma tell her who's your daddy with the landmark hot flows, that turn men to hoes like Ranma get you green with grammar rays, all you got is clit clout pussy's influential, to not get your shit out Rebel Scum is moving forward giving you no chance to back out i know no Hieroglyphics but you're still getting blacked out take the wack route, rebels own the highway, radio we beg to differ like we sayin "really, though" you're really slow, not takin Words in full effect so back track, relax, get jacked by context hqa: The lab is cool now, it's like hell freezin' over right? But it does zero to mellow the strike The heat of fire, sharpness of ice Enough to make any men flee for their lives I and my crew drop wholesome skills Tracks on this EP will not be skipped like my meals Unveilin', provocative poetry to force out bad sectors Reformat no holds barred Those that oppose to this will be crushed And I let no phoenix rise it's eternal dust See to the retreat of a million emcees if I must Now behold the exodus Rush out now, and don't look back Cause unlike this song you can't backtrack Sinister laughter while slaughterin' whack acts Cause I ridicule fiascos like Max X