Artist: Mimu f/ Leila, Extra, Pal Pu
Album: The Idol Projectz
Song:   7th Idol
 
[Old Samurai Movie Exert]

Choose the sword, and you will join me 
Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death 
You don't understand my words, but you must choose 
*baby gurgling* 
So... come boy, choose life or death 

[Music starts; Pal Pu's going nuts, Leila and Extra have their "Guts/Dignity" fight,
and Mimu's just saying some jibberish to herself.]
 
[Verse One: Stormbringah (Leila Simmons)]
 
The only man I hold waveform
Is the sky-blue mannequin, in eighty-three, rocked Gerald's 
My Memorex performed tape decks, you want phone sex?
Watch out for Ranma b****s, I heard they throw hex 
Yo, we whole platoon filled with raccoons 
Gonna sit n' whine, sippin' crazy Apple Boone, this ain't no "looney toon!"
Cuz I be droppin' crazy bombs
Riding in the city transit while kids ask their moms:
Why is the sky blue?  Why is water wet? 
Why do Albain(ian)s in Kosovo pose a threat?  Stand up!
You're out of luck like two doors stuck 
Stormbringah sippin rum out of family cups, unflammable 
Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago 
spine-tingle, mind boggles 
Hangin' with the fella's, promoters they try to hold dough 
Give me mine before I blow, wrap you up in so-and-so 
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantly the great, Henry the Eighth 
Built with Ghengis Khan, pass me the Grey Puppan
 
[Verse Two: Extra Special (Extra Kaidou)]
 
I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me 
Loungin, between two pillars of ivory 
I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece 
my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak 
I'm overwhelmed, as my mind roams the realm 
My eye's the vision, memory is the film 
Makin movies to soothe the, Bandai-Emotion
Will reconstruct the whole industry
Using the "Otaku Complimentary Project"
By the space ace with some hits in the tape deck
Players play too much, that's why were called haters
Most of them are turning up gang-bangers
MC actin sub-tile, crocodile style puff clouds
Acting wild, they try to budge a crowd 
No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit 
Clutch their fists, and havin h**s like pimps
And throw all types of fits 
I leave em SPLIT like tweekers stuck on bad trips, question that
 
[Verse Three: 8th Assassin (Pal Pu Ran Ran)]
 
*SKRRRRT!!*
Camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin 
No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children 
A hit was sent, from the President, the raid of residence 
Because you had secret evidence, and documents 
On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent 
dominant Islamic, Asiatic, Black, Hebrew 
The year two thousand and two, the battlefield is the rule
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu 
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus 
You can tell that person's weak because he has the virus
Unlawful snakes get thrown in boilin lakes of hot oil
Unfoils your skin
Chickenheads gettin stuffed with Olive Oil
While I plant the seed deep inside fertile soil fortified with essential
Vitamin and mineral use the sky for a blanket
Stuffin clouds inside my pillow, livin off the lands
With tribe's, a hundred forty foot, thousands chosen 
Protons and electrons always cause explosion-ZZZ 
 
Verse Four: Dreamgirl (Mimu Emilton)
 
The entity, as seen, caught the bet
Money is good when placed off the set 
It ain't hard to see, the kids need God-degree 
I got mouths to feed and necessary beef for cows to breed 
I'm on some tax free hits by any means 
But I don't wanna mess with that counterfeit dream
I learned much from such with cons who run scams 
Veterans got the game spiced like hams 
And from that, snakes are born and guns are drawn 
Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn 
Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength 
that made me truncate from one-tenth
Forrest Gump, treat the heirs like air pumps 
Purge raized the tracks, now you got razor bumps 
Scarred tryin to figure who invented 
This unprecented track that left you dark-tinted 
I'll blow a psycho out his shoes without clues 
Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse

The song filked is 4th Chamber by Genius of Wu-Tang Clan
Characters from Idol Project are from Bandai-Emotion
Done by Shinji Ikari, the Purge Raizah <tyree3@pacbell.net>
Midi of song available through e-mail in zipped format