White Python / Black Tarantula / Sound Of The Drum

[Verse 1: Mad Child] White python, night-lights on Mike Tyson, I'm white lighting Complete freak on the beat by Viking Black heat, enemies don't like 'em Keep on fighting, keep reciting Writing; he will defeat these titans Speak like a king, live like a pirate Move like a gypsy, cause small riots Not tall giant, also flying No joke no matter how broke I am Don't go crying, won't start lying City's a jungle, still I'm a lion Feel good as I am without doing dope Mad Child clean like mouth full of soap No doubt not out with the bros Just stay above water like house is a boat Small blue pills thousands of those Back that's a place that I'll never go Difficult centrifugal force Or the simplest flows like wind through the door [Verse 2: Prevail] You killed that shit man Warriors for life dig up the swollen army Shout to my young brother Trey Nice I'm about to get him out of this high-tempo BPM shit Rob the Viking live from the estuary. P1 S&M. What's up? Come on Rob, let's get 'em Oil spill top kill fills at the mortuary My life a wild life I'm live from the estuary S.O. shell BPR VIP I kill like military Spilling red liquid everywhere just like a bloody mary Bloody like the movie Carrie, wise man mother Mary Secret symbolism come across like the Maltese Battle-axe warriors I'm tattooed like a Maori Hear my war cry, I paralyze it so powerfully And how can he do what I can't, rocking it like Element Show me attitude and you'll get branded like a cattle ranch Man you spitting garbage bitch, I'm like a Harvard graduate Conception is immaculate, back from the dead like Lazarus Novel is protagonist, * and vice and avarice Dropping from my speech each and every letter of alphabet Genetic spikes precisely accurate like laws of Calculus Vocal like Ted Noble so fucking with me is hazardous Ferris wheel, carousel, kerosene, everything Burn down the carnival, very strange penny lane Beatles Rolling Stones Pink Floyd Black light acid trips sink into the void oh boy [Mad Child] I'm done, I'm tired of being a pawn on the chess board War comes got straps and a vest for it Fuck pills, fuck coke, fuck escorts Fuck being a gangster and fuck being dead for it [Prevail] White gold crushed chrome powdered aluminum Old school trains, hop the bottom, rustoleum Yeah, my name's Prevail I'm on your trail like Ho Chi Minh Dude I'm too crude highly flammable petroleum It's the sound of the drum coming at you like a heart Hit you in the face with the bass booming in the car It's the sound of the drum, you can run but you won't get far [Verse 3: Mad Child] Creator of this abstract dark art poetic style Mad Child saying that bull will be pathetic pal Least I didn't forget it beast still deeply embedded This MC from BC still deeply regretting now I lost concentration and focus on what was important Must have been the pills and all the coke I was snorting Now I'm telling all my folks that I'm sober and it's over But I know that if you put it to my nose I still could go for it That's why I keep reminding myself and going over it It's very dramatic to date a heroin addict Had a bad relationship, good girl but wanted out like I was seeing ghosts And hearing voices in a haunted house, I'm known for fucking up And acting stupid and erratic I get fully loaded like the bullets slipped into the clip And clicked into the pistol grips of semi automatics I was a terrible addict but the kids back at it It's the sound of the drum coming at you like a heart Hit you in the face with the bass booming in the car It's the sound of the drum, you can run but you won't get far (I wanna rock right now)