Mics, Turntables, Spray Cans, & Records

(feat. The Parralax)

[Intro: Warcloud]

Aiyo g, we gon' bong, pinball over here, down the street

Yo, the Los Angeles fabulous

Yo, Warcloud, the Skarekrow, Leviathan

The Great Chiefs, yo, it's how we rock it

Yo, yo, go how we rock it

[Hook x2: Warcloud]

Mics, turntables, spray cans and records

Mics, turntables, spray cans and records

[Warcloud:]

Aiyo, my pen is a merciless sword that burns you open

Throw ya arms and legs in a big barrel of vinegar

Puny little men in green uniform, want to hurt Warcloud

Warcloud smash, the planet crash

Deep in the Sun, I'm awfully unstable

Spin like a quarter on the edge of a coffee table

Sterling rap cap muthafuckas like AK's

For decades, I infect AIDS to rap brigades

A mutated stranded, swell up ya head and burst it

Hideous by pitiless greed, hits on a prettiest

Eat through the walls, and I look at ya girls skirt, cuz

Cambodian dirt buzz, waffle chromes and soap suds

Helicopter fire power shower you after April

Warehouse machinery, heavy bionical chronicle

Old abominable super sonical, metropolital

Metacarpals, pop orchestra, run away ya vertebrae

Swamp voice, in for thick natures, raise ya flexures

Bitter bone lecture epics, holdin' cryptic

Down in the hollow, men crumble when I mumble

Underwater cyber jungle, lyrics tumble

[Hook x2: same time as the chorus]

[Chorus x2: Leviathan]

Great Chiefs, we slaughter, clobber all impostors

Urban legends stalkers, fresh off the meat locker

Urban legends stalkers, Great Chiefs, we conquer

Clobber all impostors, fresh off the meat locker

[Leviathan:]

Drunk off the Lager, slobber, speech improper

Zoomin' past coppers, renegade hip hoppers

Shake, rattle or shatter, mirrors to windows

Hench those, ears and cannons, drums explode

The verter-breaker, homes, Holmes, we got you done

Out, Great Chief scout, muzzle ya snout dog

It's turbulence, turbulence, else swift

Knuckle uppercut, detachin' the fence

Scars are, permanent, permanent

Parallax crack backs, on wax, smack ya brats

Trapped in a torture rack, we torture tracks

Sure son release the Mantra, asthma, microphone basher

Answer for ya cancer, tomahawk slasher, yo, causin' disaster

[Chorus/Hook x2]

[Leviathan:]

Fresh off the meat locker...

[Skarekrow:]

Lyrics leave you wit more knots then spots on a leopard

The crocodile shepherd, leave teeth marks in records

And bend microphones, form funeral homes

That's right boy, you in the danger zone

I hook up wit M.C.'s, make love to M.P.'s

Half natural laborer, give birth to C.D.'s

Drop niggas on they heads like careless baby-sitters

You can throw ya best verses, and I'll, flush 'em down the shitter

Tear out ya tongue and feed us to the scavengers

Carve a mark on my chest, for every wanted challenger

Who died on this mission and got malnutrition

Went up against drive, and then survived the collision

My hands swoop from my pockets, evil plotter eye socket

Couldn't block it, broke his forearm tryin' stop it

My comment, ripped his veins to his arm pits

And dragged the flag, puffin' through hot car pits

Hard hits to the head, make the genius retarded

Flip confidence like the Red Sea garden

Bear trap raps, snapped on his back from the black man

Tryin' to grow on site, take the flight on the demise

[Chorus/Hook x2]

[Leviathan:]

Fresh off the meat locker

[Unknown singer:]

We can be, we can be, we can be...

[Hook x2]

[Outro: Warcloud (unknown singer)]

Great Chiefs (We can be, we can be, we can be, everything...

We can be anything...)