| Yeah |
| Millennium Thrust, vocalist |
| Self Science |
| 2000 thousand |
| As we travel through space and time |
| Article design, hides my conscience mind |
| It’s the millennium thrust, with what’s ancient |
| And what’s to come, become adjacent |
| Running for synthetic outlets of anger displacement |
| Paralysed in chaos and misery is entertainment |
| I’m deep as the blue light in the dark basement |
| Sharps as the blade, that made the scar on the face of the inmate escaping |
| Harder than federal jail time invasion |
| Builder of black nations, eliminating Satan through communication |
| With the combination of philosophical liberation |
| This New World era confrontation |
| Evident from Hubbell telescopes to space stations |
| Or something as common as PlayStations |
| Ya synthetic century instrument cant precept ya third density |
| Energy vile is not the red, (yeah) with what ancient |
| And what’s to come, become adjacent |
| Its the Millennium thrust, I am the vocalist |
| Bring light to your dark era, whenever however |
| With what’s ancient, and what’s to come, become adjacent |
| Yo Its the Millennium thrust, I am the vocalist |
| Bring light to your dark era, whenever however |
| Damaged, I command the language of man |
| Written with the conviction, sand script scribed in the sand |
| Over original lands, my conquest begins |
| Way back when the earth first began to spin |
| My voice summoned the wind |
| And through the lyrics of life, into the form of man |
| Beyond that realm, dimensions of space and time within |
| I’m at the helm and confused modern bio chem |
| Genetic enhanced, audio receptivebance |
| Equalised the powers of hand, and mic again |
| Its the Millennium Thrust, vocalist |
| Holding the world tight and fight, energies provoking us |
| To mash out, the black hole mascot taking the trash out |
| Intercept ya wack, pass route |
| 50 guards pulling they mask out, burn a dutch and pass out |
| w/ minor variations |