Introduction to the Poets

Lyrics

[Intro: Warcloud] One, two, yo, it's Warcloud I bathe in the river The waterfall runs red Ill ass session, you know I'm saying? West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Bee representative Warcloud, formerly known as Holocaust Black Knights West Coast Wu-Tang [Verse 1: Warcloud] You know I ski on the bird, I ski on the bat Yo that's the symbol right there Shit stay fly, stay tropical, stay luxury, Freestyle Flow Yo, we gonna rock 'em, and push up your nose, that's your snotbox Freestyle Flows and knock your head down your shoulders Kick the body into the river Freestyle Flows attack and slice your skin into slithers, slithers Freestyle Flows deliver, can't fuck with this MC Freestyle Flows throw boxes and crates in this degrees You can't fuck with this I leavе your head with more rings than Saturn You couldn't catch my pattern and I splattеr you all over the mural Freestyle Flows is how I hit you I cut off heads in a room full of mirrors Freestyle Flows attack and ain't the clearest You better fear us, better beware Freestyle Flows is scared and stare I still put you in a [?] of belief Freestyle Flows my gun, you get buried Freestyle Flows is scary Freestyle Flows'll put you in the commissary Put you in a sanatorium, in the mortuary Freestyle Flows will bury 'em [Break: Warcloud] Yo, it's how we rock it Yo, yo yo cool, how we rock it? Ill shit, ill shit, ill shit We stay, we stay, shit is mad ill [Verse 2: Warcloud] Still disease in the breeze, MCs flee You get hit with mechanical fleas Freestyle Flows is techno mics in your brain, that's how I implanted them Freestyle Flows is how you spent your vacation on my island Freestyle Flows is styling Yo, your balloon pop? I'm still up busting shots From the black, from the back, from the block Freestyle Flows attack on the tick-tock, the mouse ran up the clock Freestyle Flows how I snatch all the Jacks before the ball drop You can't fuck with this Freestyle Flows is abducting shit Fire in the sky, yo yo we own samurais Slice open eyes. You can't fuck with this Now we kicked the writtens, we kicked the writtens It's unforgiving Yo, yo, yo yo, the forbidden styles how they mystic We fuck old gypsies, Freestyle Flows is how they too young Freestyle Flows attack leave you hung Freestyle Flows is how your ship sunk and and we sung Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum Freestyle Flows is how we old ice pirates Bloodthirsty angry tyrants and we came to get violent [Break] Yo yo yo yo check it, written [Verse 3: Warcloud] You get strangled in burgundy velvet ropes Stained wooden floorboards, sleeping on a ceiling I murder warlords Fever Dream spleen fiend, gun lead blow The jury let me walk, I laughed and spat up a toe And crushed your dirty smiles while I was eating tiles And farted out 20 beach balls, bounced down the aisle The Blob's a great film, threw my ticket stub in the waste basket Pop a cuchi, spasming chicks, so they can taste magic Casket face miraculous, murder you while I'm kneelin' Where's Warcloud? I heard he sleeps on the ceiling You move like snails, Arsenic and Old Lace House of Frankenstein, slow hand lays down a cold ace Miracle on 7th Street, merciless Jack Frost Left big cats paws while playing with Adam's rib Steal, ride a Harley through Cop Land with Gidget I howl and shatter the Moon, send you a postcard Chicky-Chicky Boom Boom, now they call you broken face Heard your rib cage healed up and I hope it breaks Open case, glance two times, while others stares Glanced two times, while others stares A ghost wrapped in bandages laughs his way up the stairs [Break] Yo we igniting flares Yo the American Poets Yo, yo we the dopest hocus-pocus Blurring up your focus, there's something in the way [Verse 4: Warcloud] Yo, I slayed you in the water mill, Freestyle Flows is like onslaughts Yo, yo, puny green men in uniform brought to hurt Warcloud Warcloud smash Freestyle Flows will bash and dash with the cash Freestyle Flows is how I hit you with Malan hands And they heavy and shiny, Freestyle Flows is kind of grimy You can't get with this, this is Alcatraz [Verse 5: Pro the Leader] Check it, Professional, 714 Hardcore, [?] close your fucking door Here's how I do it, make my own beats Coming over in a minute, then I hook up the shit In Bouie Street, yo, it's the Bouie Street Banger Coming through than a motherfucking strangler I'm not hand gliding over this shit, MCs gliding like the Dorito chips Here I come again with the ill shit Then I pass it off, the C-4 Watching him explode and then I grab the microphone then explore When I need to no rising Smoking chocolate Phillies, yo, check it out When I grab the microphone, pass it off me [Break: Warlcoud] Hey, yo, the American Poets, yo [Outro: Warcloud] Trunk spitting out of their heads, who didn't come To see the strange men in their ways of strange fun The American Poets, yo Trunk spitting out of their heads, who didn't come To see the strange men in their ways of strange fun The American Poets