The Renaissance

[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 4X: 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 2X: 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, animality Snatch 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 with the last baseball Autographed by Babe Ruth, devils 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 pick-up Crunchy shots burst the slump, with bloody hick-ups Battleground sound, Warcloud the dirty planter Wu-Tang soldiers will buzz saw on you with 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 2X] [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 3X: Leviathan] Aiyo, yo, reincarnated M.C.'s Agree or disagree the style is restin' in peace [Leviathan] Because... [Hook 2X] [Outro: Leviathan] Not reincarnated, hah, word, not reincarnated