Warcloud - The Renaissance | Текст песни

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[Holocaust]
Aiyo, let the dead bury their dead, the wasteful son
You caught 'em wit a bucket of blood, down in Damascus
Eighty eight back flips, stack chips and write
Though eye is the organ of sight, I cracked it twice
Tripped to oblivious, slaughter you in the rut
While you worship what you know not what, your crew's snuff
I battle til my brain shuts off, the street's left you
A strange man kept you, he crept through a can of beans
Bone dust suffer, rap protein forever
And eat to reality, gun you down in a tragedy
Somethin' from the nightmare realm, abnormality
Snap your rib cage out your back, don't call the Warcloud
Red, white and blue werewolf, wit sleep technique
Bop you on your head hard, wit the last baseball
Autographed by Babe Ruth, devil's better respect God
Perplex odd, quote that was Para' mention you, injure you
Heavy old sword, that warm body will smother you
Jockeys in the rain, we rob you in living luxury
Them poison Adam eaters, come and try to defeat us
The famous old story of the Ace and his three kings
In the Parallax, I'll chop you all up in to stacks
Flap jack back, they froze a fifty two pickup
Crunchy shots burst the slump, wit bloody hick-ups
Battleground sound, Warcloud the dirty planter
Wu-Tang soldiers will buzz saw on you wit records
Password crept it, perplexed it by rap embargo
It's like cotton doll, bird feathers and marbles
Mineral bats, sharp water, save yourself, buckers
You can never buck us, I want you to try and touch us!!


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