Mics, Turntables, Spray Cans & Records (Live)

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[Intro: Warcloud] Mics, turntables, spray cans and records Mics, turntables, spray cans and records Mics, turntables, spray cans and records The American Poets Warcloud, West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Beez Ay! [Chorus: Warcloud] The art of mic rocking, the art of turntables The pressures of graffiti, the breakdance that's fatal Trouble like my waxworks, flier raps then box kites Bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics The art of mic rocking, the art of turntables The pressures of graffiti, the breakdance that's fatal Trouble like my waxworks, flier raps then box kites Bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics [Verse 1: Pro the Leader] Yo, easily manoeuvring through flows Here to assassinate the President with a shot to his temple No one can take me out with subliminal messages Carrying rocket launchers in leather baggages Delivering time bombs and overnight packages Making my way through dark staircases and metal passengers I'll bash in your skull with an electromagnet Fuck classic, my rhymes will be antique Definitely unique, incredible Unforgettable like Nat King Cole with Professional With Soul Brady, I got a car And stick a knife in your abdomen like Freddy And we got Warcloud in the house Professional about to turn the party out [Verse 2: Soul Brady] Crunch you up like Nessy never test me Break you off with that little Smith and Wesley Evidently, never rock ice to a medley Incidental or consequential I take you out like a rental And never fight my style 'cause it's bad for your dental Never sugarcoated, words strictly explicit If they throw me behind bars, don't be afraid to visit When times is rough, I do things like these Scaring emcees until they shitting in their dungarees Inspect your head lies fleas Serving emcees the Seven Seas It's a breeze and get blunted Never roll the 64, I dip a 1500 Damn right, I take flight like a hawk Don't give me no tough talk, I creep like night stalk I know you hear it and feel it My spirit when I move stealth, I'm detrimental to your health And that's that, bombing your spot with a fat cap But [?] from the strap, flat black It's the Soul Brady attack, skills of we lack I'll bomb your city with a fully loaded napsack [Chorus: Warcloud] The art of mic rocking, the art of turntables The pressures of graffiti, the breakdance that's fatal Trouble like my waxworks, flier raps then box kites Bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics The art of mic rocking, the art of turntables The pressures of graffiti, the breakdance that's fatal Trouble like my waxworks, flier raps then box kites Bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics [Verse 3: Warcloud/Alcatraz] Ayo, I unhinge your noggin, clap classic carnival arsenal God's Entourage, Cloud's raps is Häagen-Dazs Heavy metal jacket, full rounds and hot clips Pop 'em if you got chips, slaughter armies and spot ships Warcloud rummage through gun trunks and grummies Shots in abundance, turn rappers bodies to [?] Great battle axe blitz reality Tragic war casualty, I knock off tops, this red Galapagos Splatter bone shatter, a heavy sword from old Asia Last zombie swordsmam, bone dust was bitter Skidder on the unfinished ceilings of cathedrals Armor is medieval, black sinister bald eagle 88 needles, beaver shelf raps that crack people Pummeled, battered, feeble evil and clever, we juggle steam rollers This troubled fiend told us, I guzzle green sodas Bury you in rubble, blood bubbles then hustle chocolate Slap you with the bumper and, rap drastic classic, shred the plastics Boneyard junkyard, so run far 99 gun scars, sunk hard Architectures, skyscraper verse, first burst like lazy fighter planes. Corrosion explosion curse your hurts, I'm ogres Heavy club crumpled your head, I never bled When I do the blood spread and fed, return in August Drop tractors on you, wrecking ball, I'm checking y'all Razor blade snowstorm raps before your weapons fall Call him Alcatraz, Big Warcloud, Alcatraz, Alcatraz shovel big keg barrel of Clansmen [Chorus: Warcloud] Yo, the art of mic rocking, the art of turntables The pressures of graffiti, the breakdance that's fatal Trouble like my waxworks, flier raps then box kites Bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics The art of mic rocking, the art of turntable The pressures of graffiti, the breakdance that's fatal Trouble like my waxworks, flier raps then box kites Bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics [Outro: Warcloud] Mics, turntables, spray cans and records Mics, turntables, spray cans and records Mics, turntables, spray cans and records