Endangered theories

Mr. Magorium’s metaphor emporium,
vanglorious warriors with deep space euphoria,
the dragon of Judah executed the lion from Narnia,
I’m still trying to build God’s army up,
the pedagogy tried to call me a communist,
and pacify my audience, sprinkle them with zombie dust,
the isosceledren is a prison for a three headed demon,
hip hop behemoth knowledge is needed,
to argue with the followers of Jesus,
rearranging impossible pieces, my quantum is increasing,
I am sleeping in a posturpedic, deeply breathing,
dreaming a chakra sight seeing, philosophically speaking,
I saw Ghandi weakening from not eating,
I saw police brutality beatings,
I saw the leaders getting into spaceships and leaving,
I tried to search for possible meanings,
but I couldn’t see beyond the logical reasoning,
said survival of the species, no Macbook no PCs,
no electricity, no TV,
no MC battles, no Christmas carols,
just international tables,
brown produce consumed by sick cattle,
bone thin mammals hooked up to IV vaccination panels,
collecting contaminated skin samples,
this is not natural, God damn you!,
everybody on the planet don’t deserve that, not even the animals,
you are completely culpable for everything you’re supposed to do,
even if it’s not known to you,
the weight of the language that I spoke to you,
the weight of the letters and the words in the rhymes that I wrote for you,
are so emotional, I don’t even know what to do,
so I’m going to leave the choice up to you,
Dragon of Judah, with the mind of a supernatural computer,
Professor ‘Bis, I’m with the minister of intelligence,
and now everybody wants to talk about conspiracy,
you should have took Channel Zero more seriously,
I got a Ph.D in chemistry,
taught myself how to spit lyrically,
and now I’m here as a part of the ministry,
go ahead and put my name on the blacklist,
because I don’t dick ride nobody in the industry,
Where’s the fucking empathy?, I’ve been through so much treachery,
most of the best disrespected me and tried to get the best of me,
never tried to rescue me or help me with the recipe,
What do they expect from me?,
stressing me and questioning me to address the beef,
I represent hip-hop, but hip-hop don’t represent me,
but one day I’ll show them all to their face,
whether I set them in place or get caught up in a criminal case,
the best word to describe what you do to hip-hop is ‘rape’,
because you don’t care about hip-hop’s fate,
you sit around your tables and say grace,
eating stake, while you live like kings and treat kings like apes,
for Michael Jackson’s money, and still on the take,
even Tevin Campbell’s money, the greed is so great,
you probably dance around in your mansion, like Cirque Du Soleil,
everything is paid for, you don’t have to pro-rate,
and I’m not hating, not hating, I’m just saying,
you’re making money off the next man’s struggle, Why can’t you pay him?,
they made millions of them Beef DVDs,
but didn’t pay K-Solo or Eazy-E,
it’s called blacksploitation, just another one of my paranoid statements,
and that’s why one day I’ll be famous,
I’m just trying to tell the real on how the game is,
beef in hip hop is just aimless entertainment,
if I shoot you, I’m blameless,
but if you shoot me, you’re famous,
so What are we supposed to do? Now ain’t that the damn truth,
no matter what hip hop will always lose,
wake the fuck up!