Return of the Izzle 

Return of the Izzle

Too many clock ticks and poorly sampled clips
have passed into this, the time of the eclipse
When the dead must arise, swords swing from the samurai
needles of death take flight into your eyes
It is I who will lead, Master and Commander
punishing the wicked, weak bitches must surrender
to the power that I have in me, now unleashed
Sit on the edge of your seat, the lessons that I teach
are not my own but I perfect the Art of War
photosynthesize the light and drop bombs at your core
opening the door to the light, all for the greater cause
eliminate the venom that you spread without pause
in violation of the laws, i go through your glass jaws
leaving you like a pussy cat without your claws