Mics, Turntables, Spray Cans & Records

[Intro: Warcloud] Aiyo g, we gon' bong, pinball over here, down the street Yo, the Los Angeles fabulous Yo, Warcloud, the Skarekrow, Leviathan The Great Chiefs, yo, it's how we rock it Yo, yo, go how we rock it [Hook 2X: Warcloud] Mics, turntables, spray cans and records Mics, turntables, spray cans and records [Warcloud] Aiyo, my pen is a merciless sword that burns you open Throw ya arms and legs in a big barrel of vinegar Puny little men in green uniform, want to hurt Warcloud Warcloud smash, the planet crash Deep in the Sun, I'm awfully unstable Spin like a quarter on the edge of a coffee table Sterling rap cap muthafuckas like AK's For decades, I infect AIDS to rap brigades A mutated stranded, swell up ya head and burst it Hideous by pitiless greed, hits on a prettiest Eat through the walls, and I look at ya girls skirt, cuz Cambodian dirt buzz, waffle chromes and soap suds Helicopter fire power shower you after April Warehouse machinery, heavy bionical chronicle Old abominable super sonical, metropolital Metacarpals, pop orchestra, run away ya vertebrae Swamp voice, in for thick natures, razor plexus Bitter bone lecture epics, old and cryptic Down in the hollow, men crumble when I mumble Underwater cyber jungle, lyrics tumble [Hook 2X] *same time as the chorus* [Chorus 2X: Leviathan] Great Chiefs, we slaughter, clobber all impostors Urban legends stalkers, fresh off the meat locker Urban legends stalkers, Great Chiefs, we conquer Clobber all impostors, fresh off the meat locker [Leviathan] Drunk off the Lager, slobber, speech improper Zoomin' past coppers, renegade hip hoppers Shake, rattle or shatter, mirrors to windows Hench those, ears and cannons, drums explode The verter-breaker, homes, Holmes, we got you done Out, Great Chief scout, muzzle ya snout dog It's turbulence, turbulence, else swift Knuckle uppercut, detachin' the fence Scars are, permanent, permanent Parallax crack backs, on wax, smack ya brats Trapped in a torture rack, we torture tracks Sure son release the Mantra, asthma, microphone basher Answer for ya cancer, tomahawk slasher, yo, causin' disaster [Chorus/Hook 2X] [Leviathan] Fresh off the meat locker... [Skarekrow] Lyrics leave you wit more knots then spots on a leopard The crocodile shepherd, leave teeth marks in records And bend microphones, form funeral homes That's right boy, you in the danger zone I hook up wit M.C.'s, make love to M.P.'s Half natural laborer, give birth to C.D.'s Drop niggas on they heads like careless baby-sitters You can throw ya best verses, and I'll, flush 'em down the shitter Tear out ya tongue and feed us to the scavengers Carve a mark on my chest, for every wanted challenger Who died on this mission and got malnutrition Went up against drive, and then survived the collision My hands swoop from my pockets, evil plotter eye socket Couldn't block it, broke his forearm tryin' stop it My comment, ripped his veins to his arm pits And dragged the flag, puffin' through hot car pits Hard hits to the head, make the genius retarded Flip confidence like the Red Sea garden Bear trap raps, snapped on his back from the black man Tryin' to grow on site, take the flight on the demise [Chorus/Hook 2X] [Leviathan] Fresh off the meat locker [Unknown singer] We can be, we can be, we can be... [Hook 2X] [Outro: Warcloud (unknown singer)] Great Chiefs (We can be, we can be, we can be, everything... We can be anything...)