Lyrics:
The Order Of The Fly Rot

: Where the soul ebbs away from flesh breathing the final breath that is where you will find me where the soul slips beneath the waves of the ebon? blackness

say that you can't move We'll drag you away to rot in your test tube Congratulate me just when you need to So captivating that I rot in place Innocence

sooner or later into an act And bears its own fruit Good thoughts bring forth good fruit Bullshit thoughts rot your meat Think right, and you can fly

journal in your section Wit Kweli from Reflection Eternal Big up my nigga Hi-Tek steady rockin the spot These niggas styles so dead that they startin to rot

em on our witness, the Method how I do things Perfected, my routine's are hectic and knockin General Electric, I'm shockin (bzzz) Now who top ten, to rot