Woodchuck

Lyrics

[Intro: Holocaust as Architect] West Coast, West Coast Killa Beez [Verse 1: Holocaust as Architect] Antlers, hammers and hacksaws The withered poetry of a man with no name, America Cement mixer fall upon an ice cream Holocaust to many, greet with bloody handshake Wu empire and colleagues luxuriant You torn like tape off football helmets, chip Four cups of crushed bricks, half cup of roses Smoke egg green and yellow candy cane Zombies still cooped in the cottage with orange tea Pistols still pointed at the floor, spinal crumbs Blood hits snow in hearts, scoop it up in handfuls Bathe in the river, the waterfall runs red Sasquatch Yeti, battalion with one head In a Lonely Place, dollars, razors and marbles We break open forearms, Earth the last hour Out in the teahouse playing a hand of spades Fistful of grenades blow out the watch light Convicts rally at moonset, the last Flows stay smoggy, old Carnival Witcham Sideshow freaks, belly dancers and gypsies One of the woodcutters, village Architect 88 sandwiches, Thermos and a lunch box In a Harsh Realm viewing the emerald butterflies Flutter diamond moths, both with dusty wings Bodies lay soaked in a desert, throats gouged out Chunks spitting out of their heads, I had a purpose Will you still love me tomorrow? Architect Will you still love me tomorrow? Holocaust [Interlude: Timbo King] Royal Famous, blame us Yo [Verse 2: Timbo King] My first whip be a Chrysler So when you see me you say, "Chrys' is coming" Ice numbing your neck, throw one of those Strong nose, Indian pose, flat footed Yo my back hurts, feel like I'm growing wings Blessed by the Heaven kings, my crown piece seven rings Money to earn, money to burn Give some, lend some, take it Fuck it, be stingy off a stash if you have to Nigga, what? Flip a pack of if you have to Cash in, pawn that shit, your highest bidder Buy from the streets, cop at wholesale price Motel models, go tell 5-0 5-0 follow the black El Dorado [Chorus: Crisis & Meko the Pharaoh] We got that real shit niggas blast to, bitches shake their ass to Hit you up with the hood when we pass through Black Knights, Royal Fam got that hot shit (Yo) Topless in the cockpit of my drop six In the cockpit of the drop six (Yeah, yo) [Verse 3: Meko the Pharaoh] Give me beats like this I start burnin' Wack emcees, you're still learnin' Just like punk cops that rotate on your block Millions of people is gonna hear the North Star shot While the worlds rock mental, I hold presidential Bare essentials, Wu-Tang credentials Making niggas catch wind chills when my N.S. windmills Niggas better get real Even though I stay pissy drunk, bumping Kurupt In a red mini van phat tinted Smoking on that spinach, all funny niggas get printed I got that Long Beach shit like J. Bennett The rest of y'all niggas sound like women Scared of my sword when it's given, y'all niggas better stop pretending 'Cause the words that I speak is deep imprinted Kill or Be Killed is what I'm representing, representing [Interlude: Cilvaringz] Yo, yo, check it, yo [Verse 4: Cilvaringz] As several clouds form the storm I baffle Gabriel the Archangel with death, death to his first born Earth moors Wu Killa Beez on The Swarm From the battleship, throw darts that be accurate We ninjas, we backflip with tactics of anthrax Arise like the novas from Earth under canvas Of the Clan, fist to fist Kamikaze shock this like Nazi documents Apache Helicopters strike down near the bunker of the Glocksmiths Shop the Dirty Weaponry, TECs from the 70's Gone With the Wind, slung mines within My men tackle dikes with the seven deadly dicks They claim my covenant, my government enslaves you To my Hall of Double Justice and bloodstains your judgement So prepare to be slained by the truth It's Blood for Blood When All Hell Breaks Loose, son [Outro: Cilvaringz] Wu-Tang Killa Beez from Shaolin, Europe Black Knights, Royal Fam Cilvaringz, one