Nick Sweepah - Brood of Five lyrics

[Verse 1: Fame] We bombing on your sound system, late nights f** it up Back alley trouncing in a bucket, yeah we back now Melting through your speakers opeezy in a plastic cup Keep your fist up in the air we never back down Fill the strip, play the corners, dodge the bright lights How she strip, fill your pockets and we right Busted pool sticks caught you chilling in your whip She out looking for sheila, swear to God I never seen her Sin city flashy, golden gutters big and bashy Boot it up, who you now? Those pins looking shabby By now the full moon and high tide got you crampy And palms clammy, clean it up and then get at me I skip the cracks when my boots stomp I ain't caring who's on Six million ways s**er, choose one You payless trashy, man I'm lo savvy City dweller so savvy, pick it up and then get at me [Verse 2: Ivens] Tibetan knot twisted around the neck Apply pressure to play the wind pipes Chords struck harmonious pirates of the smoke ship Exhale onto barron landscapes, we the timelords of the bronze age Defenders of the grimuar take the pages if you're able Desalt earth in preparation for the coming of eight point atom blasts Directionless sent back to the depths where man no longer plays a part Clutch to saviours frailty, holy harpoons stray off course and miss Seven daggers of Meggiddo shatter ply wood, truths will split Take this as fact when it hits you - not hermetic heretic crack pot theories Just horror genre attic, dissect the cla**ics for some meaning Intrigued by the obscene teachings, praise to all dream babble leaders With pentangles on the elbows we smash what you may have believed in [Verse 3: 13th Son] I keep one eye burning, pop the crawling chaos Back to the wind mind loss call Azathoth The name reigns breathe Logos supreme Imaginal reality springs forth from dreams I'm the Weaver Inktomi creating the web Got my trickster face on now you fade with the blend I'm the ferry man for the Living Dead it's said (Got their) eye socket toll, eat the sins with the bread The Earth's sparks gone dim to Gaia's chagrin All souls soundblasted by the darkening wind This ain't no win/lose paradigm rerun rehash It's now ecology and balance, old ladders are smashed [Verse 4: Nick Sweepah] It's inspiration, intimidation then invocation Now you're inadvertently involved in all this sh** by implication Insipid, insignificant, insects inflame elders Insane spells get uttered and in turn cause the trepardation Of your reality, check the veils torn from running with scissors Agnostic casualty gets a rain of thorns, sky thundering vicious We roll deep with Dee and get rowdy with Crowley Plus we're going spare with Austin osman those postures can't drown the buzz The crown's above so we keep on walking the crooked Path not left or right but both So pause, kneel, throw a look and laugh Someone shook the past right up, fools line up to canonize this Hear them calling and hide, it's never boring inside the paradigm shift [Verse 5: Bra**] A crown of thorns point to prose, man o wire strung supposed The glimpse gone heron, the just a porcelain pheromone The shedding lies and wedding cries, babies mute to sever cell How this existential hell, cut a cancers threaded quills Told to cold relationships and placed to tracement appetites The gypsey lung the banshee sear The woed decay on concubines Fatal as this plague of state, tainted to its silhouette The state of gla** and sharded hour cut to mute all filament Anointed by agnostic promise, prone to phantom prophecies The bland abandoned host, accosted trust to whoms atrocities Benevolent as the relic set and read by parisian prophets Built by bread of flesh And wine of blood to summon conflict [Hook] And I'm wondering how The end of the grip