| Lyrics: | [Intro: Warcloud]
Yo, what's the deal champs?
Muthafuckas, this is Warcloud
West Coast
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, representin' for the underground
For the main spade style is architect
tile
Bionic, it's like we done unfinished cathedrals
Item number productions, it's gon' be
repercussions
Smack niggas faces
[Chorus 4X: Warcloud]
War, War,
Warcloud
[Warcloud]
Aiyo, you get strangled in burgundy velvet ropes
Stained wooden
floorboards, sleepin' on the ceiling I murder warlords
Fever dreams, sling bean, gun, lead
blow
The jury let me walk, I laughed and spat at patrol
And crushed ya dirty smiles while I
was eatin' tiles
And farted out twenty beach balls, bounced down the aisle
The vibes of
great film, though my cane is stuffed in the wastebasket
Pop a cucci, sizin' them tits, so they
can taste magic
Casket face miraculous, murder you while I'm kneelin'
Where's Warcloud? I
heard he sleeps on the ceiling
You move like snails, arsenic and old lakes
House of
Frankenstein, slow hand lays down the cold ace
Murder you on 7th Street, merciless Jack
Frost
Left bit, cast on, while playin' wit Adam's rib
Still ride a Harley through cop-land,
wit Digit
I howl, and shatter the moon, send you a postcard
Chicky-chicky, boom-boom, now
they call you broken face
Heard your rib cage healed up and I hope it breaks
Open case,
glance two times, while others glare
A ghost wrapped in bandages laughed his way up the
stairs
[Chorus 4X]
[Warcloud]
You'll find stepping stones along the way,
through the streams
Run silent, run deep, you're now surrounded by misfits
Twelve angry men
like angels wit dirty faces
Armed to the truth, you couldn't move many paces
Blood hits |
