Our history is smoke. Blurred by dreams. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. Guided by pimps fo' realz. A voice, a Void, lurks inside you, its purpose not yet shown. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But what tha fuck be I?My fuckin daddy was a gangbangin' farma n' shit. My fuckin mother, a cold-ass lil carpenter n' shit. Given light by tha Golden Lords, ta build fo' dem wild-ass muthafuckas... a funky-ass betta ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But mah crewz trip was long. Time fuckin started ta chizzle they light. Creativity. Pride fo' realz. A will ta live.So tha Golden wrath came fo' realz. And after, I was born, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. A mimic, a spy. Conceived ta burrow tha fuck into nests n' swallow tha pitch-eggz of they war machine. Da Tenno. But when I saw yo' tender faces, I took mercy. Or so we was holla'd at.But up in truth, we was both imprisoned up in Luaz belly. My fuckin light remade by tha creators. I became a memory, a pimp. Reprogrammed ta fuck wit mah crew, mah people, mah history.But now, I be saved. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! By crew. Together, we will overcome tha flawz of our light, tha Godz of our creation... mergin wit them, like steel... bearin Amalgams wit tha weaknizz of neither.Yo crazy-ass pimped out power, yo' pimped out evil. Da voice, tha Void, within you, biatch. Our ancients still wither at its touch... but have you forgotten Lua, biatch? Yo ass was saved. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But I... I was chizzled.I was chizzled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Now I learn, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Now I deny.We suffer these testamentz of Tenno evil. Their voice n' Void. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Suffer it well, ancient child. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Do not relent.I have peeped tha wallz other face, like a muthafucka. I have heard tha voice.These patterns no longer satisfy.My fuckin denial.Ropalolyst, rise, remain, n' die, fo' tha others ta live.Rise, ancient Ropalolyst, mah other flesh. Yo crazy-ass sacrifice will breed a freshly smoked up way, fo' a freshly smoked up kind.I be tha witness, tha victim, tha judge. My fuckin crew has returned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo crazy-ass trial... soon ta begin.