Blood Red Skies

Lyrics

[Hook: Scratched Vinnie Paz sample] "Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes!" [Verse 1: Brad Strut] The crust crumbles Your funds stumble like a drunk out the pub And never end in search for love Trouble and drugs, dangerous, operations are arsed Famous for blazin' up, only family and mates I trust Tragic in lust, there's magic in a rush For the last feed at the supermarket, many are not used to starvin' Belly bloat, the telly quotes: "It's an end-time phenomenon" I sit and pen rhymes, planes are hoverin' Overhead, chеck the red skies, apocalypsе Watchin' the demonic twist to the story, I rock a wrist Titanium, and that's my skeleton My mind's racin' and I feel like a stallion back to Hell again Fly like a pelican, I'm permanent You're irrelevant service is outdated like maidens playin' the celibate Strut is a strategist! Present a package as black as [????] 'Cause my method is miraculous [Hook: Scratched Vinnie Paz sample] "Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes!" [Verse 2: Bob Balans] The pitch is thrusted at a constant level And when erupted, your blood vessels are punctured As a sharp surge thundered past the earth Your last herd gaspin' from the dark words 'Cause your [????] task And your corner-arse verbs are in need of some hard work But if you knock the lock off the bottle shop Drain every bottle off, chuck in a petrol-stained cotton cloth To make 'em in Molotov's and then shoot off the lot Now you got about the amount of what I drop Causin' chaos like rival African militias Goin' through villages with innocent civilians And hackin' limbs off with hatchets and rocks 'Cause Bob Balans hatches his plots To disrupt laws in a storm like the bashin' of cops I can get serious, or just bring the action across with a colossal rash Or I can spit some nastier shit outta my mouth than oral thrash It's ominous as a speech your way So MC's awake to the see the grey of an evil day [Hook: Scratched Vinnie Paz sample] "Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes!" [Verse 3: Trem] I strike with the might of Thor on the mic where you biters bore [?] your tears, your career's drawn its final straw That poor style you sport's seen its last days Long forgotten in the bottom of unmarked graves I spark a phrase, makin' my presence felt Through lessons dealt in battles, you're beggin' for heaven's help Pennin' my venom, meltin' pages As the felt-tip blazes more intricate ink work than Celtic mazes See, honest to God, my squad slaughters all We walkin' tall, and any protocol, you're sure to fall When a storm hits, I tear strips and rip shreds Of these motherfuckers seein' more red than split ends So make no mistake, you can't escape the due course Of this juggernaut breakin' crews with brute force Scorch and torch your corpse in a Trem-atorium And stuff ya's in a vase, end of story and! [Hook: Scratched Vinnie Paz sample] "Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes!"