Fortruss

[Tino Vega] (Storm Trupa) It's the 7th Squadron on a roll We got gravity like the black hole Take hold of your stereos.. while we take control Rugged Soldier, Spanish Prince (Storm Trupa - The Ark Angel) "The chemistry of this atmosphere is unlike that of any other" [Tino Vega] Intelligence, packed in venomous tongues of lyricists My rhymes are thoroughly dipped in verbal liquid Before I get on the mic and spit any type of shit Rhymes hit wigs and make em split, tell me if you can fuck with it A mysterious war story, no heart no glory Leavin warfields gory, a spooky character With eyes that glow, the color yellow A shiesty fellow, mass murderer, alarm sound burgular Grab your weapon, and hold down your section Deadly instrument, play the harp, sad song that hits the heart Shatter into tiny parts -- aww shit Walkmen about to leave footprints Robbin' from the filthy rich and give it to the good But not a bit innocent, 7-S applyin' stress upon your chest With verbal tecs, when we catch wreck Walkmen up in the set "Don't make me destroy you!" -] Darth Vader Chorus: Walkmen Fortruss, our styles is morbid, can you absorb these Rhymes corrisives, with overdoses, high explosives Thoughts ferocious, as we metamorphis In a state of mental orbit * cut n scratch - "The dark side!" * [Storm Trupa] ]From the galactic civil wars to the battle of Endor The Storm Trupa has endured the ridicule of his hip-hop mentors Now it's my time to venture on and respond for the next generation With the more systematic information While my Squadron stands in a tight formation Waitin on a platform, of an imperial battle station Tie Fighters stand by, for aviation Let's lay down the foundation, and build towards the sky As the Ark Angel inaugurates his third eye I use the Force as my ally, never yield to the Dark Side Like Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader In any confrontation I pull out my light saber These galactic crusaders facin a fleet of invaders My thoughts navigate, as my spirit illustrates So my foes meet they fate Then I annihilate, cloak my ship to investigate Jump into hyperspace, headin back towards Echo Base This is my Fortruss, this is my place Where we intergrate with any other alien race Scouts give chase, the Storm Trooper 'luminates like a flare There's no despair when the 7th Squadron is there Walkmen, puttin MC's in fear, beware -- yes! 7-S, embranded on your chest, we the best * a series of R2D2 beeps and whistles * Chorus * cut n scratch - "The dark side!" * [Tino Vega] Bless the warfield, with dreams to succeed Proceed, to build a strong dynasty And form a galaxy, my rhymes flow implode And cause mass catastrophes [Storm Trupa] Master these rhymes like the Ark Angel psychokinetic energy I change my styles drastically So I know, fake MC's, can't fuck with me [Tino Vega] The Rugged Soldier spreads like a flash fire Have all snitches hangin like a bird on a wire [Storm Trupa] I desire to destroy all evil empires With my light saber, breathin heavily like Darth Vader [Tino Vega] Control your mind like a Sega Street Fightin all opponents like Vega Agressive defense on the mic is military sequence Bombs explode frequent, devastatin' all allegiance The Spanish loyal Prince leadin' the Squadron to victory In this millenium's history Chorus: repeat 2X "It's a trap!" "May the Force be with us.."