Blind Fury (The Tempest)

[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen [Verse 1: Block McCloud] Let the trumpets ring—it’s the all-encompassing Come to bring a wondrous thing to keep the sons under wing I just do it, be fluent [?]. [?] not allowed from me I rock the crowd—hollat the Block McCloud You get to turn this flash, [?] and learn Or crash and burn, ashes to urn as the wheel turns You have to learn ta take your time like it’s [?] And if you [?], it come back like a tax return For a taste of fame, honest can inflict major pain Bullets’ll raise the brain—I’m on the [?] like [?] You heard the flows in [?], words is woven Like [?] with motions to [?] These keep my enemies closer than [?] [?] you get hung like wet clothes and Autumn caught ‘em dozing, taught about posing Similes. Those in our vicinities know I’m proposing Like Beethoven, Chopin [?] A little box [?] Blowing up more spots that cops on [?] Explosion, hoes on my jock like a Trojan [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen [Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor] Coming forth with a cyclone of bars Get that mic blown—stand clear of my strike zone I kick a high tone, putting holes in the ozone Slice you up like provolone, split your chromosome Opponents know to leave your neck [?]. In an instance The shit I kick will give you shin splints, get smoked like Winstons Or Newports. I’m getting buzzed off two quarts of [?] Slowly, my flow be Dicking you like Moby I Desert you like the Gobi and cross the Serengeti Plagues are when I rave atop your head—you best be [?] Ready or not, I got a hundred watts of lyrical shock My spiritual flock of emcees got you on Master Lock Pass the rock—I’m on point like Stoudamire Dogging emcees like Oscar Mayer. Ayyo, a lot admire my Style. I’ll set your heart on fire—I’m a pyromaniac Braniac collecting more banks than [?] [?] is ripping mics for the audiance Been writing shit since the Renaissance with elegance You [bust?] my séance—I’m waking up the dead Attack you like a hammerhead. As my grammar spread, I make the light shed Illuminating. My eyes bright-red—blunts are fumigating, smoke [accumulating?], [?] Words is complicating, got ya contemplating, thinking Concentrating, drinking, [?] compilationist Confiscating. Your whole congregation stuck like constipation Payback’s my compensation [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] Welcome to my class. Have a seat, pay attention I make you nod your head by way of hypnotic suggestion My topics are hot hits like toxic on the optics Leaving blind mice ejecting out of their cockpits I slam emcees together like a mosh pit I compose composits and make a deposit On tracks when I drop shit to make you bounce like hydraulics Or gay niggas when they [?] Pass the chronic so I can talk stupid like Ebonics With these sonics, I’m making wack emcees vomit Like bulimics. So now you know the math of my [?] Class of ’97. My biology experience is beyond your tiny weapons So step in my section and catch a C-section dissection for crossing the intersection I’ll leave you left in a state of shock. I got the hand that made the cradle rock I’ll rock smooth. I’ll feed you ‘til your navel pops Spinning like dreidel tops—don’t need no blades or Glock to blaze the spot Like [?] trauma, you’re a goner. Putting you through more drama Than a guidance counselor, then pause like a comma [?] like aura. Got me on a Quest like Jonny and Hadji With more technology than Konami [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x3) There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen