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

[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 [bad word] like AK's
For decades, I infect AIDS to rap brigades
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, raise ya flexures
Bitter bone lecture epics, holdin' cryptic
Down in the hollow, men crumble when I mumble
Underwater cyber jungle, lyrics tumble