Warcloud

Fever Dream

Warcloud


[Chorus x2: Warcloud] 
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique 
You live inside my painting and move once a week 
I switched the art around, my friends are gettin' suspicious 
I switched the art around, my friends are gettin' suspicious 

[Warcloud:] 
The ballot of Mr. Edward Hyde, crook as Scrooge 
Hooligans and scallywags, crickets and ice cubes 
Shiny red tricycle, a rhinoceros skull 
Old captain flag, standin' in the hole 
M.C.'s is dull, phantom in the steam 
Brought the engine clean, world ain't what it seems 
Slinky falls down the stairs, can't forget that 
Chase you wit a pink axe, bullets, you get gift wrapped 
Mud crew over the house, hot moistures 
Found a black wallet in a bucket of blue oysters 
I'm in the air like the ozone, bubble gum snow cones 
Raccoon in the yard, layin' wit drug bones 
That's how I roll palms, Godsy wit the drug lord 
Off wit the soldier's daughter, swallow the love nun 
It's no jive, Warcloud has arrived 
The reflection of guns in his eyes, we all lie 
And this is Wu-Tang, cargo wit my hook hand 
L.A. story, flip a nickel, the book stand 
It's full of crooks and dry host to sells 
Say giants swift bitin' a whale in the hail 

[Chorus x2] 

[Warcloud:] 
Pistol in your face, skeletons in the wires 
We move like new vampires, meet your desire 
Walk wit a monkey wrench, body inside the lake 
We swung off cake like slugs and earthquake 
Mics in decay, my rhyme is violent, goofy 
I laugh like he threw money bags in a silent movie 
Seven stone cozy, vodka in the jukebox 
One heavy pistol came from the nut house 
Pineapple soda pop, knock you off porches 
Village swift portrait, thrown to death on your horses 
Mean Warcloud, break you into powder 
Who put the poison in Mr. Sledge's chowder? 
A weasel fell out of his hide, death was holdin' ya'll 
Who group the crew? A roaster in a bowling ball 
Gun you down on the street, bullets that hit you through trucks, don't even argue 
So stuck up that niggas just might rob you 
I laid in bed next to her black cat 
Warcloud, Warcloud, Warcloud... 

[Chorus x2] 

[Warcloud:] 
Aiyo, thanks for go pumpin' tonight, my rap embargo 
Is like cotton dolls, bird feathers and marbles 
Diamonds and sea shells, sown the size of cartwheels 
Throwin' large portraits of Maharaja you walk 
Suzy got shot in the sternum, watch the spear 
Stab you wit a 12 inch knife, behind the ear 
Then leave the scene in slow motion, one red 
Sasquatch, Yeti, battalion wit one head 
Stash of cloth, bits of paper, pieces of string 
Mighty long carrots in the spring 
Recite on the new brick stones, steel and concrete 
The weakest of gun fights like the last days of Long Beach 
A jewel don't match, a helmet full of gold dust 
You got, people blast me wit rose 
Flied out bones, they scatter and grow wit molds 
The honest man, is the cookie man and his clothes 
Lay bitches splat in a circle around the war hawk 
Stir fried vegetables, marshmallow's cloakin' it 
Crops meant to hurt you, eight sugars, snap peas 
While I crept up on the ribs to buy a deed 
Wack, wack, wack, wit arrows I came to waste y'all 
Now you look cheap, my cry rattles the great wall 
A dirty old baseball rolled in Polly-O, aiyo... 

[Chorus x2]