HipHop Lyrics:
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[Ninja Scroll sample]
{*horse neighs then gallops past*}
{*smash followed by man groaning*}
Jubei : No! I know the way now
So leave me alone alright?
Stoneface : Not quite the right direction
The way to Hell is right here!
{*fighting noises in the background*}
[Intro: Warcloud]
Battle shades of cyber space, intergalactic warzone
Warcloud rest.. bloody on the streets
In the far scape
Robo-Warcloud meets robo Soul Brady
L.A. MC's love to smack you in hip hop
Vocal bio-tape with war stories that's sold to enemies
LA niggas love to smack you in hip hop
American muscle rap, American muscle rap
Swamp wars in a poetic nexus, heavy metal plexus
Trade raps, bionic glumps
Crash that phat war chant
Ghostly war machines, flightless tyrants with battle raps
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Since I handled that
Haha
[Warcloud]
Hey! The sound of storm troopers, solar panal mechanical grammatical units
That rips flesh from BONES, atomic wavelength shatters tones
Warcloud, crooked clutch, cobbles, stones, purple, cream crystal capone
Bone beach sticks, built in Indian brick hits
Shiny apples and bananas, break lense of an ignoramus
Then I slap you like the stooges, you run like the little rap kids
I'm the HOLD of the Twilight Zone from Spanish castles
Call me chainsaw hand, thump cyborgs with tank parts
Escape from the weapon world, robo-gangster who bank NARC's
Smoke stack back, haywire bent over elderly
A crocodile learned to jump from tree to tree
I rap like machinery, rappers all catch and brainwashed
Those techno mics can only be found with gamma rays
My suitcase BOMBS, Stone Roses at the Olympics
CHAMP, figure neighboring move points eternally
For DAYS, I iceskate on a man-made lake from posing MC's
Filled with a very large number, like guns
Eat right through you like a fancy Easter cake
Scary rumble forest, half mountain side, half lumber
Thunder broke The High Side of the Sky
When the microphone was placed in my icy grip
Beneath a hallway, tall wall brawl, y'all fall, I maul all
And crawl out the bloodwall hall to call a doll
On the ceiling sideways, break a couch on a rapper's back
Heavy shiny pistols suprise you like box of Cracker Jacks
Force like Jacker smack, laid a hat like a batter's stack
Warcloud, butcher bone network like when the hackers hack
Each data macca that, glack gats all through the slackest rap
Some steep and some unseen some and somewhere famous like old Hakers Stat
He drops the classic facts, strongmen, soldiers and acrobats
I monkey-wrench the backup TAPS, dustingly take a lacker snap
Bloody like the clappers tap, baffle caps, with shackle raps
Chewing rose buds, Adam's Apple crack guns and raffle brats
Tabbernackle chaps stack jewelery, candy and black Heaterz
Master the nap, these angry men PACK JURASSIC RAPS
Bobbic acid laps, gat bags with gat quacks
Loud flame scatter raps cutter hats, my pattern spat
Shatter cracks when Big Warcloud flaps with a hundred bats
Sleeps behind a sliding map, batter chaps with scanner lacks
Latter axe, flashback cats grasp my big grey axe
Murder caddy shack saps in horror fog so relax
I attack, Braveheart bone scratch, my track is phat
I laugh at rapper's chat, splatter cats and scatter splatter
Bloody money stacks, mummy hatch the dummy raps
CHAPTER HATCH BATTLE TRACKS, hit ball per battle axe
[Chorus: Warcloud]
Shades of Technology, intergalactic warzone
Psycho tropic crab backlash, shotguns blast (battle axe)
Shades of Technology, cannons and missile shaft blast
Star Wars clash backlash, shotguns blast (battle axe)
Shades of Technology, war machines future, past
Bang cyber chick fast, backlash, shotguns blast (battle axe)
Shades of Technology, intergalactic warzone
Shatter stars flash backlash, shotguns blast (battle axe)
[Break: Warcloud]
Fuckers, kapow
Clack clack kapow
[Soul Brady]
Voltron form fair warn', MC's get scorn
Warn, bled alarm sound oblivious
Toy MC's flow but they style is quite ridiculous
Death come to jam rappers
Thinkin' rhymer's life is like cadabras
To unemployment, wack MC's get flushed like a toilet
We look and dunk and spoil it
We in terminal hunting season
Never commit treason to the King without reason
Runnin' from the poets, wheezin', barely breathin'
Our elite fleet won the battle
Laid you in the gravel
Unravelled your Adam's Apple, forcin' me to grapple
Un-float to the next mode, MC's is mouldy
With RCA cables, beat machines control me
Back track and burn you, kick flow and serve you
Behind building people, grab and sleep redeem you
Destroying, defeating, hanging upside-down from the ceiling
Real troops revealing, hands in the pockets, lethal weapons concealing
Chorus
[Warcloud]
I caught grammar cadaver in a bush, gravestone crossing
Every brain vessel burstin' your offspring
Battle axe costing, vine of roses, my foreign swing
Slow hands, arms explode, laughin' at darkness
Heartless darts carvage, shoppers turn hard marksmen
Cut the dark monkey part shot, my dark carpet
Cribs and cannon boys, uncanus dead in the splatter
Bones shatters, streets are latter, scatter brain matter on platter
Cranberry splash mountain, my gun lead spit in spines
Bloodthirsty Warcloud, yo I caught the champ sniffin' lines
Dine on weak minds like limes and apple wine
The perfect crime to devour planets in time
Nine little Indians teach you their departure
Beware of hidden archers, pyramid on the hill
Stomach organs spill, cyber-tropic metropolis
Necro plastic operatives hold presidents hostage
Take me to the button majestrial righteous glutton
A bludjon in your platoon made him the dirty dozen
Drifting living weapons, outer space warzone legends
Gastly arithmatic in motion from Heaven
Chunks spittin' out of the head of the anti-Christ
Old liquid foot, powder foot chopped up the body
Clack clack kapow, hit you behind a sandwich truck
Shuffle with the gauge to an alley and body slide
Back To The Future, prevents the randsom for rockin' mics
Power in the present WarGhost, I blast the shocking light
Talking hype, no champ lovers smack you in hip hop
Warcloud productions we bang broads 'til Easter
The American poet throw grandials secret ducking hard
Violent robo fantasies leave crews bloody construction yard
Chorus
[Soul Brady]
Universal Soldiers tortured and Iron Maidens
Intergalactic battleship sink, fight like Ravens
Pestilence controls the galaxy, life short of immortality
Burn you up like calories, causin' mass fatalities
Think fast, blast, you might not last
You might even end up in a full body cast
Break backs, tied to train tracks, synapse
I see red, the battle just took place and everybody's dead
Bare knuckle boxing, check my entourage
Killa Bee behind me, full body camouflage
Brain busting bullets, barrel through your body
Hit you with Tommy Gunn's from the closet of John Gotti
[Chorus]
[Outro: Warcloud]
Knowledge is the foundation of all things in existence
Wisdom is the manifestation
Understanding is the best part
Psycho tropic warzone, battle shades in cyber space
Warcloud.. Soul Brady
Wu-Tang Clan's luxurian
The American hoes
They never caught the sleepy horse, they never caught the sleepy horse
They'll never catch you sleepy horse
They never catch me sleep horse
{*beat continues for almost another 2 minutes*}
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