Fever Dream

[Chorus x2: Warcloud]

You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique

You live inside my painting and move once a week

I switched the art around, my friends are gettin' suspicious

I switched the art around, my friends are gettin' suspicious

[Warcloud:]

The ballot of Mr. Edward Hyde, crook as Scrooge

Hooligans and scallywags, crickets and ice cubes

Shiny red tricycle, a rhinoceros skull

Old captain flag, standin' in the hole

M.C.'s is dull, phantom in the steam

Brought the engine clean, world ain't what it seems

Slinky falls down the stairs, can't forget that

Chase you wit a pink axe, bullets, you get gift wrapped

Mud crew over the house, hot moistures

Found a black wallet in a bucket of blue oysters

I'm in the air like the ozone, bubble gum snow cones

Raccoon in the yard, layin' wit drug bones

That's how I roll palms, Godsy wit the drug lord

Off wit the soldier's daughter, swallow the love nun

It's no jive, Warcloud has arrived

The reflection of guns in his eyes, we all lie

And this is Wu-Tang, cargo wit my hook hand

L.A. story, flip a nickel, the book stand

It's full of crooks and dry host to sells

Say giants swift bitin' a whale in the hail

[Chorus x2]

[Warcloud:]

Pistol in your face, skeletons in the wires

We move like new vampires, meet your desire

Walk wit a monkey wrench, body inside the lake

We swung off cake like slugs and earthquake

Mics in decay, my rhyme is violent, goofy

I laugh like he threw money bags in a silent movie

Seven stone cozy, vodka in the jukebox

One heavy pistol came from the nut house

Pineapple soda pop, knock you off porches

Village swift portrait, thrown to death on your horses

Mean Warcloud, break you into powder

Who put the poison in Mr. Sledge's chowder?

A weasel fell out of his hide, death was holdin' ya'll

Who group the crew? A roaster in a bowling ball

Gun you down on the street, bullets that hit you through trucks, don't even argue

So stuck up that niggas just might rob you

I laid in bed next to her black cat

Warcloud, Warcloud, Warcloud...

[Chorus x2]

[Warcloud:]

Aiyo, thanks for go pumpin' tonight, my rap embargo

Is like cotton dolls, bird feathers and marbles

Diamonds and sea shells, sown the size of cartwheels

Throwin' large portraits of Maharaja you walk

Suzy got shot in the sternum, watch the spear

Stab you wit a 12 inch knife, behind the ear

Then leave the scene in slow motion, one red

Sasquatch, Yeti, battalion wit one head

Stash of cloth, bits of paper, pieces of string

Mighty long carrots in the spring

Recite on the new brick stones, steel and concrete

The weakest of gun fights like the last days of Long Beach

A jewel don't match, a helmet full of gold dust

You got, people blast me wit rose

Flied out bones, they scatter and grow wit molds

The honest man, is the cookie man and his clothes

Lay bitches splat in a circle around the war hawk

Stir fried vegetables, marshmallow's cloakin' it

Crops meant to hurt you, eight sugars, snap peas

While I crept up on the ribs to buy a deed

Wack, wack, wack, wit arrows I came to waste y'all

Now you look cheap, my cry rattles the great wall

A dirty old baseball rolled in Polly-O, aiyo...

[Chorus x2]