Warcloud - The Renaissance lyrics

Artist: Holocaust f/ Leviathan, Mantra Album: Nightmares That Surface from Shallow Sleep Song: The Renaissance Typed by: Cno Evil (Intro: Leviathan) Bless Ah, West Coast, ah, 'The Renaissance' It's 'The Renaissance', strangers with candy Leviathan, Warcloud, Mantra, word It's 'The Renaissance' ya'll (Hook 4X: Leviathan) Those who were blessed in the garden Shall be, shall be not reincarnated (Leviathan) Yo it's the dynamo, body blow specialist, here to twist wrists Kidnap your mic, take a hike and don't forget this Broke, you 'bout to learn, hip hop's not always business 'Cause underground authentic linguistics represent ships That launch missiles at wannabes under siege Victorious, P.A.C., crossbreeds Who don't have a clue, stop rhyming like you're brand new Parallax, we see right through, nobody's fool Unglue you're molecules then sew you back together I'm Leviathan, licking shots wit the strangler We cliff-hangers, unit bangers Neck an Asian honey lemon, overthrow drop full of nature The revolution won't platinumized or televised We third dimension strangers here for you to an*lyze In this wilderness, of America-ca-ca We carry heads and roll them backs of every bloods**er 'Cause his deadly poem shatter your dome and scatter your bones You hear the tone dialling you out this combat zone (Chorus 2X: Mantra) Poison blood from the 'Bay of Pigs' , 'Catcher in the Rye' Walking dogs to West Asia, kept them in a bind Retreat to the sea cliff, strength versus weakness People of the world, let my particles unite (Holocaust) Aiyo, 'let the dead bury their dead', 'the wasteful son' You caught them with a bucket of blood, down in Damascus Eighty eight back flips, stack chips and write Though eye is the organ of sight, I cracked it twice Tripped to oblivious, slaughter you in the rut While you worship what you know not what, your crew's snuff I battle 'til my brain shuts off, the street's left you A strange man kept you, he crept through a can of beats Bone dust supper, rap's gold teeth forever And eat through reality, gun you down in a tragedy Something from the nightmare realm, abnormality Snap your rib cage out your back, yo call him Warcloud Red, white and blue werewolf, with sleep technique Bump you on your head hard with the last baseball Autographed by Babe Ruth, devil's better respect God Perplexed odd, flow that was pepper mentionable, injure you Heavy old sword, that warm body you, smother you Jockeys in the rain, we rob you and live in luxury They poison animal eaters, come and try to defeat us The famous old story of the eight sinister kings In The Parallax, I'll chop you all up in to stacks Flapjack bat, they froze a '52 Pickup Crunchy shots burst then slump you, the bloody hiccups Battleground sound, Warcloud the dirty Clansman Wu-Tang soldiers will buzzsaw you with records Pa**word cryptic, perplexed it by rap embargo It's like cotton, golf, bird feathers and marbles Mineral baths, sharp water, save yourself f**ers You can never buck us, I want you to try to touch us (Chorus 2X) (Mantra) The stigma of a flower pistol in a hairpiece A static symbol of a mind, that impeach The legacy on the mound, he was known as Saint Tropez Struck men out for the effect of oppressive ages Unstable cages, radicals are restless in the cla**room They shoot off in the black boy jungle Misty serenades, the bogarts will cook Pendulum foot, I was in, he didn't look When Mantra broke out the window, bird became cuckoo Flew over seesaw, chiefs who come to greet you Villages concealed in the sounds of the vulture Crashed on the streets, where my kids got to eat Lady Vinegar, mopping up the heart spill Armour shade bias, catch your high tide crescents Ran from Allah, free cipher for self banishment Sun spot, rise of the apricot, catch Twelve trot, understanding hell of happiness Somebody told me that The Parallax were here Left hands are diced, then writing on Sheik parchment Capturing my natives in the straw huts of Saigon Nature of water comes down from high places Hard for critics to rate this, solid basement Mechanize a thought when I walk, gather a witness Recording ya'll sh**, whether people's faces change Like a scent on the brain, family portrait was hung A living myth was taken, tunnel to be driven And subterranean vessels carry the sleeping conscience Who where trained to mock it, get your hands out my pockets (Bridge 3X: Leviathan) Aiyo, yo, reincarnated MC's Agree to disagree, your style is resting in peace (Leviathan) Because... (Hook 2X) (Outro: Leviathan) Not reincarnated, hah, word, not reincarnated