The God of War, on all fronts.
Invoking as we smoke, they hit the blunts.
Unknown, in the zone, we fell far from Thuban.
Knowing damn well, the blunt was Cuban.
In Aquila, out of sorts, the Paa Tal creates.
From the mud of the World, it was Humans' fate.
The high rise Hawk, we continue to debate.
The fight between Mike and Satan, is so fake.
Alienate, we're hard, we fly as a nation.
The Draconians rise, the magic was Haitian.
Achieving the 33rd degree, like I was a Mason.
From Draco, where I reside, where I was raised in.
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