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pro the leader - mics, turntables, spray cans & records (live) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: warcloud]
mics, turntables, spray cans and records
mics, turntables, spray cans and records
mics, turntables, spray cans and records
the american poets
warcloud, west coast wu_tang k!lla beez
ay!

[verse 1: pro the leader]
yo, easily manoeuvring through flows
here to assassinate the president with a shot to his temple
no one can take me out with subliminal messages
carrying rocket launchers in leather baggages
delivering time bombs and overnight packages
making my way through dark staircases and metal passengers
i’ll bash in your skull with an electromagnet
f_ck classic, my rhymes will be antique
definitely unique, incredible unforgettable like nat king cole with professional
with soul brady, i got a car
and stick a knife in your abdomen like freddy
and we got warcloud in the house professional about to turn the party out
[verse 2: soul brady]
crunch you up like nessy never test me
break you off with that little smith and wesley
evidently, never rock ice to a medley
incidental or consequential i take you out like a rental
and never fight my style ’cause it’s bad for your dental
never sugarcoated, words strictly explicit
if they throw me behind bars, don’t be afraid to visit
when times is rough, i do things like these
scaring emcees until they sh_tting in their dungarees
inspect your head lies fleas
serving emcees the seven seas
it’s a breeze and get blunted
never roll the 64, i dip a 1500
d_mn right, i take flight like a hawk
don’t give me no tough talk, i creep like night stalk
i know you hear it and feel it
my spirit when i move stealth, i’m detrimental to your health
and that’s that, bombing your spot with a fat cap
but [?] from the strap, flat black
it’s the soul brady attack, sk!lls of we lack
i’ll bomb your city with a fully loaded napsack

[chorus: warcloud]
the art of mic rocking, the art of turntables
the pressures of graffiti, the breakdance that’s fatal
trouble like my waxworks, flier raps then box kites
bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics
the art of mic rocking, the art of turntables
the pressures of graffiti, the breakdance that’s fatal
trouble like my waxworks, flier raps then box kites
bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics
[verse 3: warcloud/alcatraz]
ayo, i unhinge your noggin, clap classic carnival _rs_nal
god’s entourage, cloud’s raps is häagen_dazs
heavy metal jacket, full rounds and hot clips
pop ’em if you got chips, slaughter armies and spot ships
warcloud rummage through gun trunks and grummies
shots in abundance, turn rappers bodies to [?]
great battle axe blitz reality
tragic war casualty, i knock off tops, this red galapagos
splatter bone shatter, a heavy sword from old asia
last zombie swordsmam, bone dust was bitter
skidder on the unfinished ceilings of cathedrals
armor is medieval, black sinister bald eagle
88 needles, beaver shelf raps that crack people
pummeled, battered, feeble evil and clever, we juggle steam rollers
this troubled fiend told us, i guzzle green sodas
bury you in rubble, blood bubbles then hustle chocolate
slap you with the bumper and, rap drastic classic, shred the plastics
boneyard junkyard, so run far
99 gun scars, sunk hard
architectures, skyscr_per verse, first burst like lazy fighter planes. corrosion explosion curse your hurts, i’m ogres
heavy club crumpled your head, i never bled
when i do the blood spread and fed, return in august
drop tractors on you, wrecking ball, i’m checking y’all
razor blade snowstorm raps before your weapons fall
call him alcatraz, big warcloud, alcatraz, alcatraz shovel big keg barrel of clansmen
[chorus: warcloud]
yo, the art of mic rocking, the art of turntables
the pressures of graffiti, the breakdance that’s fatal
trouble like my waxworks, flier raps then box kites
bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics
the art of mic rocking, the art of turntable
the pressures of graffiti, the breakdance that’s fatal
trouble like my waxworks, flier raps then box kites
bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics

[outro: warcloud]
mics, turntables, spray cans and records
mics, turntables, spray cans and records
mics, turntables, spray cans and records

- pro the leader

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