text: Tak–kyon
  Tak– Tak–kyon, Takyon
  Tak–kyon, Tak– Tak–
  Triple six, five, forked tongue
  Subatomic penetration, rapid fire through your skull
  How I shot it on one, takin it back to the days of tryna lose control
  Swerving in a blaze of fire, raging through my bones
  Oh shit Im feeling it, Takyon
  Hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it, Takyon
  Alright that’s tight, what its like to experience, Takyon 
  Out of the blue, in through the back
  Door coming through like Fuck, what was that?
  Man I don’t know, but it made me feel so heated
  How we creep without showing you jack
  Shit from below, give a shit if you know
  Cause even if you did, bet you’d keep coming back
  Back for more, need it man youre addicted to the heat
  We make beats catch
  Beat it til it bleeds to death, each track
  Epileptic seize every head we crack
  Like EPMD snapping necks as we tap energy from everything on and off the map 
  Oh shit Im feeling it, Takyon
  Hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it, Takyon
  Alright that’s tight, what its like to experience, Takyon
  Takyon, shot down your throat like a keg of beer
  Choke on the smoke we in and exhale til the whole chamber is clear
  Haters act so fucking weird
  Try to stain this atmosphere
  But they cant cause its way too sheer
  How to make a hater disappear
  Take shit where it ain’t never been
  Fuck what you thought could not comprehend
  This shit if I fisted your brain with it
  10, 9, 8, 7, triple six, five, forked tongue
  Criminal level crunk lightning storm
  Get out the way or get up torn
  Ain’t a picture big enough to fit
  What we dig up from the core
  Of all that they forgot ever was
  Militant march of this war
  Takyon, taking them down
  All we see is blood
  Takyon, turning them out
  How to trick out and freak that buzz
  Oh shit Im feeling it, Takyon
  Hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it, Takyon
  Alright that’s tight, what its like to experience, Takyon 
  Lunar eclipse forcing you to trip
  Off the moonlit fire we spray
  Cryonic haunted bullets hollow tipped with toxic waste
  So here’s the deal, if you don’t feel ill
  Don’t want it nowhere near my zone
  That shit is dead, cant nobody get
  With that shit gets dial toned
  Takyon, bitch slapping pussy clots and clones
  Takyon, setting off Unabombs inside your dome
  Give it up, bitch, you know this is it
  Get with this or get left cause its on!
  Takyon 
  Six million ways to die, choose–