[Verse 1: NEZZY]
Thee avengers are assembling
Turning rappers into sacrificial lamb's
Candles burning dripping wax round a pentagram
You mufuckas should be banned from the mic
It's like son of sam, posses my hand when I write
YO, my rhymes burn like dry sex, it's nonsense
So hot I melt mics during live sets
My battle cry'll leave a vet teary eyed
Got firearms like human torches biceps
WHAT!
Cue thee imperial march
The architect behind the pyramids
I'm eerily sharp, my bars stick ya like a shiv and rip ya innards apart
This the mufuckin start of a real villain arc
YEAH!
Fuck dwelling on the surface
We serving the underground dog like Cerberus
Serpents who lurking in the garden
Get murdered and turned into taxidermy
Just to be shelved by a merchant
[Hook: NEZZY]
We the Raiders of the Lost Art
Only the real prevail, the others sell out
And wash up like beached whales
This game ain't about fame or riches
The mission is to carry on this endangered tradition
Peace to he MCs in them army fatigues
Fighting for this Hip-Hop like its our country
Shit's gone on far too long
Its time we take back what's rightfully ours
We the Raiders of the Lost Art
[Verse 2: Ja'king the Divine]
Take life too lightly and it'll stunt ya growth
Stop and go, Watch for the opposition, they popping smoke
No honor, code, manipulated by bonds and hoes
Penetrated by the depths of hatred and the ghetto dope
I'm Solomon, I sought wisdom from the cradle
Bust through my mothers womb
With a plan from the doctors table
And that's to beat the vices of the physical form
Deliberate devices of deacons and government harm
Why bargain wit the master compromising my death
When I can take the chains of a slave
And flood wit baguettes
Forever in a season of change
And ancient star arrangement
These interstellar calendars of order form the matrix
Atomically I'm lifted to a brink of new creation
Yet my body is imprisoned by the rigors of the nations
I aim at the tree tops, to kill the vultures
These Glocks, conceal my culture from low ballers dollars and cheap stock
[Hook: NEZZY]
We the Raiders of the Lost Art
Only the real prevail, the others sell out
And wash up like beached whales
This game ain't about fame or riches
The mission is to carry on this endangered tradition
Peace to he MCs in them army fatigues
Fighting for this Hip-Hop like its our country
Shit's gone on far too long
Its time we take back what's rightfully ours
We the Raiders of the Lost Art