Warcloud

Ghost Pirates (Old Los Angeles)

Warcloud


(feat. Skarekrow) 

[Intro: Warcloud] 
You find ya self devoured by woodland creatures 
Lightin' matches under my hat, ghost pirates 
Frosty mug of rum 

[Warcloud:] 
Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemics 
I bust slugs, they love to figure skate through me 
We had a merry war, turn M.C.'s to cannon boys 
I carved Wu-Tang in the tie, you heard the stabbin' noise 
Raw head breaks, snake eater of dungeon 
A web of dead bodies in the sewer, underground London 
Passion in the desert, my guns'll love backwards 
Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter 
Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter 
My forearm is made out of rifles that bust factor 
And pop might murder the woman in the here after 
I laugh cuz I'm a pirate, shot you twice in the abdomen 
Then opened up the back of his head, like a cabinet 
The blood sprained into my face 
And ran down my revolver like the gaze of the next victim I slaughtered 
Caught within a second, he wandered down the tunnel 
Feel the ghost of a little boy rammed by, at the end 
I squeeze a trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrant 
All wet wit blood, on Godly assignment 
Slap a whipper snapper, ya's better mount up and slither 
I smack you like a bear, watch a salmon out of a river 

[Chorus x2: Warcloud] 
Roll him up in the carpet, carry him up the staircase 
Ghost Pirates, Old Los Angeles, and we're fabulous 
Rhyme biohazardous, shot him twice in the abdomen 
Then opened up the back of his head, like a cabinet 

[Skarekrow:] 
My liquids drip through ya storm drains, stained window sills 
Black feathered birds gathered in the back of the cornfield 
Stuck like a quicksand on rich land 
While apostle tried to translate the novels in the palm of my hand 
I break training wheels and kick stands 
Produced clones of myself in one hair strand 
Live in stereo, perform miracles at ya burial 
One shot from a crust roll is enough to scare ya sterile 
Mars apply, blank at ya eyes in the skies 
While I'm on the low, tip towin' through the shadows 
Settin' the stage for my entrance 
When I hit the street, smoke leavin' me like incense 
Intense events, shiny instruments 
Got you duckin' my buckin', my introduction is deep moans and groans 
Screamin' bone collector, soul resurrector 
Bloody whore show records, swoop down and take ya man's hands like checkers 
Ya all left beheaded by the dreaded Skarekrow 
Fiery war chants givin' oak branch elbows 
Stone bones staircase, my home and air base 
You misplaced, now which way do you go? 
Yo, I jump and bite ya Adam's apple 
The air hits thirty three below 
You trapped wit the iceman made of hot snow 
Old clothes, innocent blood, throw in a cemetery club 

[Chorus x2] 

[Warcloud:] 
Trees, whose fruits wither it, without fruit, that art's twice dead 
The sleepy old man, who dips his head 
He said "I have a bat in my belt for ya and a baseball in my bed" 
A skeleton, loadin' revolver in a snowstorm 
Vampire walk in the studio in my ghost form 
Feet in the mud, my slugs are like thugs 
That get all up in you at twilight, like street serpents 
Gape into the future, wit black markets, ya organs 
Hand the project kid some loot and a pair of Jordans 
Block head niggas, my pawn, ya'll get a hold of that 
In the red rams, red boulders, watch the ogre's hat 
The long shadow, hard rain in America 
Cantaloupes fall out of ya back from cannon raps 
You leave the scene bloody, I'm haywire and nutty 
Warcloud, who bit off them bees and got muddy 
Now I lounge on the track wit the Skarekrow 
Get knuckle sandwich delicacy, and it's real, as the hallway 
Gats sunk to me, let's murder some more web heads 
An old jagged fence where ya hang ya clothes to dry 

[Skarekrow:] 
Thank God, we bust, blow clutch, put big green in unnamed trust 
Miscellaneous, my code name alias 
Word archery, armory, perform tracks surgery 
Givin' you brain strains and lower back pains 
When you talk, I cover ya tongue like fat daddy shoe strings 
Blow ya game in the grain wit stainless styles 
Black Angus, stoned off by igneous, enemy lust 
Left them all in the dust, now must 
You keep playin' ya self, and claim you payin' dues 
You the type, go head, rush out, and tell old news 
Wouldn't know the delphonics if I left you clues 
Tangled and strangled in the game of 'snap fool' 
I seen more life in a statue, uh 
And the truth hurts like body piercings and tattoo 
My mental strength is chemically natural, physically impossible 
To be recreated, upgraded and duplicated, formats fat and saturated 
You must have heard too many shots when the ghost pirates raided 

[Chorus x2] 

[Outro: Warcloud] 
Immortal battalion wit pirates ship and a ghost crew 
Explosives twisted in my being