The Harbinger (SW remix Mr Disaster v2)

Title: “Mr. Disaster Watch Me Burn” (A Hieroglyphics-style cypher for three MCs) [Hook – All three, layered, chanted with Hiero bounce] Hi, I’m Mr. Disaster, watch me burn! Titanic hull, Hindenburg skin, tower of doom, watch it turn! Obsessed with the crash, the flash, the ash, the crash-and-burn Hi, I’m Mr. Disaster, watch me burn! (Watch me burn!) [Verse 1 – Del the Funky Homosapien] Yo, third eye open on the ocean of chaos, Deltron mode Titanic’s my left leg, Hindenburg my floating dome World Trade spire for the spine, I’m the fusion of every catastrophe known People freefall like freestyles, I’m the king of the unknown I wake up craving iceberg kisses and hydrogen kisses Twin Towers collapse in my dreams, thermite hiss and it glistens Chernobyl glow in my veins, Pompeii ash on my tongue Challenger explode every bar, I breathe the smoke from the lung I’m obsessed, I collect disasters like vinyls on the shelf Katrina flood my rhymes, Halifax blast for my health I’m the three-eyed face of the end, Hieroglyphics in the flame Mr. Disaster, baby — watch me burn and rewrite the game [Verse 2 – Casual] Casual in the cut, battle-ready, disaster diary open I got Lusitania sinking, Johnstown Flood in my quotin’ Triangle Shirtwaist fire, I spit the smoke like a prophet Bhopal gas, Krakatoa boom — every verse is a rocket I’m the auctioneer of the apocalypse, listen close, don’t blink Rapid-fire A to Z, disasters so thick you can’t think: Aberfan, Bhopal, Challenger, Deepwater, Eruption Vesuvius, Fukushima, Galveston, Hindenburg, Iceland ash, Johnstown, Krakatoa, Lusitania, Mount St. Helens, Nagasaki, Oklahoma City, Pompeii, Quebec Bridge, RMS Titanic, San Francisco quake, Triangle Fire, Ural plane, Vesuvius again, World Trade Center, X-ray of the end, Yellow River, Zeppelin! Sold! To the highest bidder of doom, I’m Casual with the boom Mr. Disaster’s right-hand man, watch the whole world bloom into flame [Verse 3 – Tajai] Tajai from the Souls, Oakland third eye, soul of the calamity I rhyme with the Hindenburg’s last breath and Titanic’s vanity World Trade in my pocket, I flip it like a coin of fate Obsessed with the big ones — every disaster is my soulmate Chernobyl lullabies, Columbia shuttle goodnights Hurricane names like girlfriends, I date ‘em all till the lights I’m the glue that fuses the ship, the blimp, the tower into one Gigantic creature of pure ruin, smiling while the city runs Hieroglyphics crew style — abstract, witty, never soft We turn history’s worst into the illest freestyle soft Mr. Disaster speaking through us: “Hi, I’m the end of the line” Watch me burn, watch me shine, watch me rewrite the design [Bridge – All three, rapid auctioneer style, overlapping, accelerating] Going once, going twice — Titanic! Hindenburg! Twin Towers! Chernobyl! Pompeii! Challenger! Katrina! Halifax! Bhopal! Krakatoa! Johnstown! Triangle! Lusitania! Fukushima! San Fran quake! Yellow River! Vesuvius! Sold to Mr. Disaster for the low low price of everything! A to Z, A to Z, every letter spells DESTINY! Watch me burn! Watch me burn! Watch me burn! [Hook – All three, bigger and more intense] Hi, I’m Mr. Disaster, watch me burn! Titanic hull, Hindenburg skin, tower of doom, watch it turn! Obsessed with the crash, the flash, the ash, the crash-and-burn Hi, I’m Mr. Disaster, watch me burn! (Watch me burn forever!) [Extended Outro – Spoken Word by George W. Bush, talking to Charles Manson] (slow, southern drawl, slightly confused and defensive, over a distant burning-building ambient sound) Now Charlie… Charlie Manson, you listen here real good. I had nothin’ — and I mean nothin’ — to do with nine-eleven. No thermite. No advanced knowledge. No funny business with the planes. That was just… jet fuel and bad luck and some fellas who didn’t like our way of life. I was readin’ that children’s book about the goat, remember? “My Pet Goat.” I was shocked, Charlie. Shocked. They tried to pin the thermite on me, the controlled demolition, the stand-down orders… But I’m tellin’ you straight — I didn’t know a thing. No PNAC plot, no inside job, no “let it happen.” Just a regular Tuesday that turned into the biggest disaster of ‘em all… and somehow that big burnin’ creature out there keeps sayin’ my name like I invented it. I didn’t invent Mr. Disaster, Charlie. I just… watched it burn. Like everybody else. Now go on back to your cell and stop lookin’ at me like that. God bless America… and keep that thermite talk to yourself. (fade out with the creature’s voice echoing one last time: “Hi… I’m Mr. Disaster… watch me burn…”)