Storm Clouds

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Has-Lo - Rap

Storm Clouds

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[Verse 1] When the storm clouds roll in and sunlight fades Cause the palms of my hands absorb the solar rays To engulf the Earth and flame the last days A micro molecular spec's the next phase To evolution- Has, i'm hybrid humanoid fusion Muscle mass balloon iron glazed Armor skin slash ebony blend, slang phrase Transform my braids to razor blades To hack off your mic hand, blood splash your stage Faces shocked, Crowd still swayed hypnotically Policy, that of operative stee' anonymous Infrared seein silhouette where the problem is Through enhanced photograph mapped in the software Choreographed routines across air Bring rains to cool down the surface of the planet Anyone alive is left stranded [Hook] When the storm clouds swarm the sky (The storm clouds) swarm the sky [Verse 2] The next epic The next epic - much more than Battle of Olympus Diamond tipped needle cut a record twelve inches Soldier of a new day- deep inside of trenches Heavy armed defense when murder is senseless I acquire powers still unique to theory Earthquakes break gaping holes in your realties My love was a nine headed Hydra In Human disguise It killed me inside, still waiting for the real queen I'm now unfeeling unemotional, sober view Greek god Apollo, flesh vessel Has-Lo Mind elevation be the message in a bottle And breaks through our green and blue sphere through the cosmos Through the galaxy and the nebulas Set to bust if these cut atoms ever touch [Hook] When the storm clouds swarm the sky (The storm clouds) swarm the sky [Verse 3] In forty days a mountain range began to raise Erosion reanimated Earth under waves Surreal by comparison to late film or cinema Salt in the floods corrodes the inner crust And the outer crust flushed in the volcanic ash You inhale, it pass through your nasal like coke dust The lack of oxygen'll give a slow rush Lightning strikes trees with the speed of king cobras Struggling to get a breath of air but it chokes us Search for a sun in the sky with no luck Smell the rancid plants and fruit, gag 'til you throw up I slide off like when tectonic plates touch Something very delicate, when you oppose I carve sharp ends on wooden poles to impale him with You froze; your whole frame adheres to the scenery Fatal blows are dealt quite frequently

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  • Has-Lo