Woodchuck

{*beez buzzing*} [Warcloud] West Coast, West Coast Killa Beez Antlers, hammers and hacksaw, the wizard Poetry of a man with no name, America Cement mixer full of boiling ice cream Holocaust to many, greet with bloody handshake Wu Empire and colleagues, luxurious You torn like tape off football helmets, chip Four cups of crushed bricks, half cup of roses Smoke a green and yellow candycane Zombies still move through the cottage with orange teeth Pistols still pointed at the floor, spinal crumbs Blood hits snow and hard, scooped up in hand fulls 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 tea house playing a hand of spades Fist full of grenades, blow out the watch light Convicts rally at moon set, the last Flow stay smoggy, old carnival witch hunt Sideshow freaks, belly dancers and gypsies One of the wood cutters, village Architect Eighty-eight sandwiches, Thurmos in 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 Tongues spit out of their heads, I had a purpose Will you still love me tomorrow? Architect Will you still love me tomorrow? Holocaust [Timbo King] Royal Famous, blame us Yo My first whip be a Chrysler So when you see me you say, "Chrys' is comin" Ice numbin ya neck, throw one of those Strong notes, Indian pose, flat footed Yo my back hurts, feel like I'm growing wings Bless 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 the shit, ya highest bidder Buy from the streets, cop at wholesale price Motel models, go tell five-oh Five-oh follow the black El Dorado [Crisis] Who got that real shit niggas blast to, bitches shake they 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 [Meko the Pharaoh] Yeah, yo Give me beats like this I start burnin Wack MC's, ya still learnin Just like punk cops that rotate on ya block Millions of people is gonna hear the North Stars shot While the worlds rock mental, I hold presidential Bare essentials, Wu-Tang credentials Makin niggas catch wind chills when my N.S. windmill Niggas better get real Even though I stay pissy drunk, bumpin Kurupt In a red mini van phat tinted, smokin 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 pretendin Cuz the words that I speak is deep imprinted Kill or be killed is what I'm representin .. representin [Cilvaringz] Yo, yo, check it, yo As 7 clouds form a storm I baffle Gabriel the archangel with death, death to His first born, Earth mourns Wu Killa Beez on the swarm From the battleship throw darts that be accurate We ninjas, we backflip with tactics of antrax 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, I slung mines within My men tackle dikes with the 7 deadly dicks Neglect my covenant, my government enslaves you to my Hall of Double Justice and bloodstains your judgement So prepare to be slain by the truth It's Blood for Blood When All Hell Breaks Loose son Wu-Tang Killa Beez from Shaolin Europe Black Knights, Royal Fam It's Cilvaringz, one