Warcloud

The Renaissance

Warcloud


(feat. The Parralax) 

[Intro: Leviathan] 
Ah, West Coast, ah, the renaissance 
It's the renaissance, strangers wit candy 
Leviathan, Warcloud, Mantra, word 
It's the renaissance ya'll 

[Hook x4: Leviathan] 
Those who were blessed in the garment 
Shall be, shall be not reincarnated 

[Leviathan:] 
Yo it's the dynamo, body blow specialist, here to twist wrists 
Kidnap ya life, take a hike and don't forget this 
Broke, you bout to learn, hip hop's not always business 
Cuz underground authentic linguistics, represent ships 
That launch missiles at "Wannabeez" under seas 
Victorious, P.A.C., crossbreeds 
Who don't have a clue, stop rhymin' like you're brand new 
Parallax, we see right through, nobody's fool 
Unglue, you're molecules'll send you back together 
I'm Leviathan, lickin' shots wit the strangler 
We cliffhangers, unit bangers 
Echo no Asian honey lemon, will throw drop full of nature 
The revolution won't platinumized and televised 
We third dimension strangers here for you to analyze 
In this wilderness, of America-ca-ca 
We carry heads and roll them back to bury the sucka 
Cuz he deadly palm, shatter your dome and scatter your bones 
You hear the tone dialin' you out, it's combat zone 

[Chorus x2: Mantra] 
Poison blood from the bay of pigs, catcher in the rye 
Walkin' dogs to West Asia, kept them in a bind 
Retreat to the sea cliff, strength versus weakness 
People of the world, let my particles unite 

[Warcloud:] 
Aiyo, let the dead bury their dead, the wasteful son 
You caught 'em wit a bucket of blood, down in Damascus 
Eighty eight back flips, stack chips and write 
Though eye is the organ of sight, I cracked it twice 
Tripped to oblivious, slaughter you in the rut 
While you worship what you know not what, your crew's snuff 
I battle til my brain shuts off, the street's left you 
A strange man kept you, he crept through a can of beans 
Bone dust suffer, rap protein forever 
And eat to reality, gun you down in a tragedy 
Somethin' from the nightmare realm, abnormality 
Snap your rib cage out your back, don't call the Warcloud 
Red, white and blue werewolf, wit sleep technique 
Bop you on your head hard, wit the last baseball 
Autographed by Babe Ruth, devil's better respect God 
Perplex odd, quote that was Para' mention you, injure you 
Heavy old sword, that warm body will smother you 
Jockeys in the rain, we rob you in living luxury 
Them poison Adam eaters, come and try to defeat us 
The famous old story of the Ace and his three kings 
In the Parallax, I'll chop you all up in to stacks 
Flap jack back, they froze a fifty two pickup 
Crunchy shots burst the slump, wit bloody hick-ups 
Battleground sound, Warcloud the dirty planter 
Wu-Tang soldiers will buzz saw on you wit records 
Password crept it, perplexed it by rap embargo 
It's like cotton doll, bird feathers and marbles 
Mineral bats, sharp water, save yourself, buckers 
You can never buck us, I want you to try and touch us 

[Chorus x2] 

[Mantra:] 
The stigma of a flower, pistol in a hair piece 
A static symbol of a mind, that impeach 
The legacy on the mound, he was known as Saint Tropez 
Struck men out for the effect of oppressive ages 
Unstable cages, radicals'll rush us in the classroom 
They shoot off in the black boy jungle 
Misty serenades, the bogarts'll cook 
Pendulum foot, I was in, he didn't look 
When Mantra broke out the window, bird became cuckoo 
Flew over sea-saw, chiefs who come to greeet you 
Villages concealed in the sounds of the vultures 
Crashed on the streets, where my kids gotta eat 
Lady vinegar, momma let the heart spill 
Armor shade bias, catch your high tide crescents 
Ran from Allah, free cypher for self banishment 
Sun spot, rise of the apricot, catch 
Twelve trot, understanding hell of happiness 
Somebody told me that the Parallax were here 
Left hands are diced, then writin' on Sheik punishment 
Catcher in my name is in the straw hoods of Saigon 
Nation of water comes down from hot places 
Hard for critics to rate this, solid basement 
Mechanize a thought when I walk, gather a witness 
Recordin' ya'll shit, whether people's faces change 
Like a scent on the brain, family portrait was hung 
A livin' myth was taken, tunnel to be driven 
And subterranean vessels, carry the sleepin' conscience 
Took a train to market, get your hands out my pockets 

[Bridge x3: Leviathan] 
Aiyo, yo, reincarnated M.C.'s 
Agree or disagree the style is restin' in peace 

[Leviathan:] 
Because... 

[Hook x2] 

[Outro: Leviathan] 
Not reincarnated, hah, word, not reincarnated