Maggot Mouf - Battle Hymn Of The New Republic lyrics

[Verse 1: Tomahawk] Yeah... Dark and Raw f** what your asking for We're on our way to you soon like Marshall Law Your, Inspired by the Dragon Clandestien with patterns You can't conform, Violent Crimes of Pa**ion Is a pa**ing thought So I jot and record it all, I can't be thwarted Nah not me, I can't be ordered I call the shots Pin point to put your body parts in orbit, heavenly bodies Sexy demonic, she's every sonnet, in a blood red bonnet, buried on top of me So whats the odds, lets see Hmm whose next to die, it's a Clandestien enemy lottery Your numbers up, no yelling bingo This is d**h calling, with a parabellum ringtone My sh**'s so balanced Liberal a**a**in Mental state with a paper mate (That's mad) My flows the equivalent of illicit lyricism, liquid pota**ium benzoate (That's bad) [Verse 2: Ciecmate] For real, I feel like I caught a raw deal I ought to take a short course in law So I can put forth a court appeal My minds sorta ill I keep my thoughts concealed Too poor to afford a meal I head to the store and steal I let my circumstance dictate the way I act Think before I move, there's a chance I might not make it back I crash tackle the odds, and cross the line Without even needing to try The only thing your eyes catch is me speeding on by I'm keeping it live While other state shows are looking like their eager to die And I'm not even inspired, believe me I'm tired But still being hired cos me plus a beat equals fire And I like it! I hold the mic with a tight grip And stab at you with wit that's sharp like an ice pick My sanity might slip At any given moment I don't agree with doing wrong but the way I'm living condones it Times slipping away quicker each day I used to be a man of vision now the picture been frayed Can't see straight, my sights blurred So I just write words And spit fire to melt the tip off your iceberg [Chorus] We're not going to take it No! You won't ever see us conforming! X4 [Verse 3: Mortar] You get spit out and slaughtered by? The overlord Mortar, why? Cos all you sh** c*nts do is whine like four to five Port side, broad side, my speech is rigid Raw iron, rearrange teeth, building bridges I brace ya, to face the most awesome Crew to ever roll out when we transform son Bomb manufacture, construct clockwork Fight fire with fire, or f** that I drop dirt Flame retardant To the most ardent Napalm Psalms, battle hymns of the Martyr Armed for arson Pa** into infamy Geometrically measured to represent supremacy With a symphony, it's evident I elevate Penetrate ya psyche, cult mind like Heavens Gate With paper, pen pushing it's what I perpetrate Beats seize like deeds for increasing word murder rates [Verse 4: Maggot Mouf] Raw and gritty, with a note pad and feather pen Evidence is easy spotted look at all my letters man Twisted jumbled, muddled mess Spit and fumble, humble texts Kept it subtle, under desks Think and rubble, trouble heads Double meds and psycho Get a rope, hang and choke Fickle minds blind inside, inspired lines of mine provoke Tired minds in times of hope Read the times their lies exposed Fly a plane and wings explode See the signs it's all a joke No! You won't ever see us conforming! Just brainstorm enormous And perform a final warning My maggot mouth spit haggis breath Stepping out the line of edge And stepping off to find the d**h It's better off when time is left