The Trap Door

[Intro: Warcloud] Little bitch ass niggas, don't want to see the bracelet Ice parlour raps Geologic time, 'Comedy of Errors' Arguments over of a poor resort, medallions Gun solid as a guard at fucking Buckingham Palace In the graveyard Water, symmetry, balance and harmony [Chorus x2: singer] Deep in the graveyard, the poppies blow All the crosses, row and row They are the dead short days ago They live, felt dawn, saw sunset glow [Warcloud] Don't crowd me, like olive, silk and cotton, tobacco, cake and wine My gats will break your spine, Casanova/Frankenstein type rhyme Of central nature, flier raps then box kites Entire raps that rock mics Like a blue stoplight, 'Buffalo Soldier' vulture Smack a wine opener then approach a prospector mulcher Rage sugar snap peas, gun pop cans with ease Tin can telephones exploring the razor war zone From cryptic corridor thrones, beat your shovels or swords Beat your swords into shovels I chuckle with a couple of foolish kids Region of a body of water that is not reached by sunlight Music escapada with one mic Radios and Knick-Knacks, nostra Roby Like a love story, quite likely erodes inside me Saint John wrote the 'Book of Revelation' in the ____ Islands Little kids smiling, climb off from Taiwan He snatched a mother, guard his purse like heroes Stone gat, the Hospitallers making Clearose, you _____ Your so ferocious, dope-ish lyrics like Warcloud, fuck look Gut your brain relish with a duck hook Go in there, construct book, 9 milli's, Perilly That's how the wind write, next right, Mexican windpipe Tilt my hat brim like, blow you off Sterling gat, vital collateral force Stone cross, broke your fucking corpse Chump ass boys, you better learn how to handle mics Miniskirt model spasm my cocker spaniel twice Too many guns, too many guns This is the face breaker caper Chorus [Juleunique] Yo, I move like Maximus, across Roman land With plans of revenge to avenge his dead fam' The war warrior, moving in galactic like solar works I blast off nuclear missiles 'til my shoulder hurts Flaming bow and arrow, pierce you then it sparks you For those that spit flame, I fight fire with fire Wild like Brownsville, cocktail to blow your cartel Pierce you with a dart, it's sharp so it'll spark well My head swell from infinite thoughts that I develop Geppetto/Stromboli stash jewels cause 'Cash Rules' Read books like Matthew's, shatter like glass statues Get hit with ballistic missiles after you're gunning Chopped the head of your men and the horse was still running Chopped the head of your man and the horse was still running In the graveyard Chorus x2 [Warcloud] Additional reporting the city of a million voices The echoes died in the vast bloody expanse I'll lead the Great Chiefs to many harvests of victories Throughout generations dark apocalypse to your populous Grab your binoculars, axes hit you like oxygen Seven digit locks and them Chiefs straight from the boxing gym Leaving missing chunks from heads, of course though Heavy hatchet capable of piercing a human torso Rearrangement, your God sheltered the injured Candy in them bitches like whirl the fuck, the pearl is stuck Fish roses, native with suit intelligence Dark brain water, outstanding, scattered, irrelevant New modern development, black gold and red roses Weasel bats, squeeze all gats at you evil cats Triple nocturnal, old and crooked Scrooge's It will be a mistake however to gun fight with losers Grasp at the shadow of losers, substance be hype But curious child is a teacher's delight Ignite like knife fights in the nightlight I'm twice nice now fight slugs The dark cliffs and branches of the trees were drenched in blood Moonflower love, like vampire bat mythology And five volume chronicles so abominable And the wolves turned away fearfully And all the dead ladies in the lake cheered for me Known as Warcloud, platoon will bring doom That will appear in the circle around the 'Dark Side of the Moon' [Juleunique] Thought flow like a nautical, cold like Antarctica Hot like Veronica, smooth like a harmonica Step in and I'll conquer your, boy you can't come to this I draw a line and dare your to step in my circumference Gradually you suffer a MechWarrior's casualty Tragedy, Geppetto Stromboli roaming the galaxy From all degrees I blow your set, fatal blow to your solar plexus Wrecked you in a quarter sec' or 2k like an army vet' Chorus x2