C-Rayz Walz - Lost Scrolls of Atlantis lyrics

[Intro: G-Clef Da Mad Komposa, (Holocaust)] Yo Pro, Scrolls, (American Poets) Check it out Last night I had this vision, Above the mountain tops A giant face was revealing all these sacred things to me It was something like [C-Rayz Walz] These are the pamphlets, The original pages of Hamlet Old sages, wicked women dancing naked and bathing Wicked men enchanted, The force of the eagles advances Sight throughout sound, Lay everything to canvas They burn down our schools in attempt to rule the planet Question the answers, A blessing Truth be told, A testament stranded You fold, The wizard's wardrobe, I rest lungs Blast yall without guns, Single handed The Heaven push whips, I grip elephant trunk Clutching my nuts, My cut celebant but I'm never selling out Plus I evolve elegance, My iller mob a militant bunch American Poets' flows be k**ing kids when it's crunk And if the volts are frightening, You dodging bolts of lightning Vultures know the code when I'm writing the poltergeist, Poseidon My sixteen slip screams, With beams, That relate to Earth Because if I spit a quasar bar God, Your face'll burst Smoking reefer, You approach a _______ Motions of oceans, Get sea sick and sick Caesar On some hail Julius, Hell no, The _______ Harpoons, Hennessey, Hail storms and wide receivers Patient so Easter, When the crop circles burst with sativa Irreversible curses from the verses of leaders When the five affiliates live elements will hold The Panthers The soul enchanters, Will find the lost scrolls of Atlantis [Atlantis Scrolls] Looking at the night sky, Bright lights See the white lies, The truth is in my eyes You can't deny, That I'm sick with the sk**s Pa** me an Advil pill, I'm too ill I'm the epitome of what's considered real World war tragedy, Wu-Tang fans are mad at me For working with their favorite artist from the academy Come battle me, I'll shatter the with apathy rapidly With kinetic staff mastery I'll shut down the radio Nothing but hypeness coming from my stereo You thought I was wack, But yet, You bit the flow Copied my style like I didn't know Yall a bunch a b**hes, Some fake a** Christians I even caught you on your own contradictions I used to listen to you when growing up Now I'm holding the mic telling you to shut the f** up [G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] Yo, Check it out What happened to the flow, What happened to the knowledge What happened to the culture that schooled kids like college What happened to the message, What happened to dope beats When did being sk**ed get replaced by being street (Tonk Tonk) G-Clef the engineer to the planets I never rap in Japanese when you listen in Spanish Music is the universal language Some people say that certain tones can alter molecular of your break Matter, Keep it smatter, I mean smarter, We can barter But it's harder to do order when your heart is filled with order Or you wanna k** somebody out some jealousy and slaughter You your own worst enemy when you think you going harder (So check it out) I bury the scrolls under the temple (Can you dig it) A relic from the golden age, So turn the page There's a cipher code key with symbols so you can read Now I pa** the scrolls over to Pro, So he can lead [Pro the Leader] Dispel the myth, Inhale the spliff, The ______ ______ ______ Your style is irrelevant, Save yourself the embarra**ment Stop embellishing, Where my new era went You made an error in judgment when doubting my ability Your not iller then me, And no man is in the possession of invincibility Dashingly villainy delivery Yo and I'm so ill, I'm sick of dealing with emcees Evaluate our terraces, Until all wackness perishes Don't start with loan sharks, Get hit, Bones part I own art, In the form of poetry, Cold heart You waft through a slow start Don't bother trying to finish, I will win this You are winless, Came close within inches Everyone awaiting my entrance Crowd applause, Serpents hisses You are unworthy, On track to be performing disses [Holocaust] Believe in vampires had existed from the earliest times And has given rise to many legends, A fist full of dynamite The evolution of sports and guns desolate They are most commonly thought of as spirits or demons That left their graves at night To seek and enslaves their victims to the ma**es, With fright It was thought that the victims themselves became vampires Over a campfire at night, Thirty-six hours to landfall My verbal weapon room, They'll be expecting you Blood on the window smeared, The cops wondering what happened here The Amazons, One of the tribe of war like women, Who lived in Asia Minor The Amazons had a society in which women fought and governed While men preformed household tasks I defeat a vengeful army of Amazons, At Athens I laugh From the dawn of time people have believed angels walk among us