On The High Side Of The Sky Lyrics

by Warcloud

F/ Road Block

[Ninja Scroll sample]
{*horse neighs then gallops past*}
{*smash followed by man groaning*}
Jubei : No! I know the way now
So leave me alone alright?
Stoneface : Not quite the right direction
The way to Hell is right here!
{*fighting noises in the background*}

[Intro: Warcloud]
Battle shades of cyber space, intergalactic war zone
Warcloud rest.. bloody on the streets
In the fire escape
Robo-Warcloud meets Robo-Soul Brady
L.A. MC's love to smack you in hip hop
Vocal bio-tape with war stories that's sold to enemies
LA niggas love to smack you in hip hop
American muscle rap, American muscle rap
Swamp wars in a poetic nexus, heavy metal plexus
Trade raps, bionic glumps
Crash that phat war chant
Ghostly war machines, flightless tyrants with battle raps
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Since I handled that

Hey! The sound of storm troopers, solar panel mechanical grammatical units
That rips flesh from BONES, atomic wavelength shatters tones
Warcloud, crooked clutch, cobbles, stones, purple, cream crystal Capone
Bone beach sticks, built in Indian brick hits
Shiny apples and bananas, break lenses of an ignoramus
Then I slap you like the stooges, you run like the little rap kids
I'm the HOLD of the Twilight Zone from Spanish castles
Call me chainsaw hand, thump cyborgs with tank parts
Escape from the weapon world, robo-gangster who bank NARC's
Smoke stack back, haywire bent over elderly
A crocodile learned to jump from tree to tree
I rap like machinery, rappers all catch and brainwashed
Those techno mics can only be found with gamma rays
My suitcase BOMBS, Stone Roses at the Olympics
CHAMP, figure neighbouring move points eternally
For DAYS, I ice skate on a man-made lake from posing MC's
Filled with a very large number, like guns
Eat right through you like a fancy Easter cake
Scary rumble forest, half mountainside, half lumber
Thunder broke The High Side of the Sky
When the microphone was placed in my icy grip
Beneath a hallway, tall wall brawl, y'all fall, I maul all
And crawl out the blood wall hall to call a doll
On the ceiling sideways, break a couch on a rapper's back
Heavy shiny pistols surprise you like box of Cracker Jacks
Force like Jacker smack, laid a hat like a batter's stack
Warcloud, butcher bone network like when the hackers hack
Each data macca that, clack gats all through the slackest rap
Some steep and some unseen some and somewhere famous like old Hakers Stat
He drops the classic facts, strongmen, soldiers and acrobats
I monkey-wrench the backup TAPS, dustingly take a lacker nap
Bloody like the clappers tap, baffle caps, with shackle raps
Chewing rosebuds, Adam's Apple crack guns and raffle brats
Tabernacle chaps stack jewellery, candy and black Heaterz
Master the nap, these angry men PACK JURASSIC RAPS
Toxic acid laps, gat bags with gat quacks
Loud flame scatter raps cutter hats, my pattern spat
Shatter cracks when Big Warcloud flaps with a hundred bats
Sleeps behind a sliding map, batter chaps with scanner lacks
Latter axe, flashback cats grasp my pistol yap
Murder caddy shack saps in horror fog so relax
I attack, Braveheart bone scratch, my track is phat
I laugh at rapper's chat, splatter cats and scatter splatter
Bloody money stacks, mummy hatch the dummy raps
CHAPTER HATCH BATTLE TRACKS, pinball per battle-axe

[Chorus: Warcloud]
Shades of Technology, intergalactic war zone
Psycho tropic crab backlash, shotguns blast (battle axe)
Shades of Technology, cannons and missile shaft blast
Star Wars clash backlash, shotguns blast (battle axe)
Shades of Technology, war machines future, past
Bang cyber chick fast, backlash, shotguns blast (battle axe)
Shades of Technology, intergalactic war zone
Shatter stars flash backlash, shotguns blast (battle axe)

[Break: Warcloud]
Fuckers, kapow
Clack clack kapow

[Road Block]
Voltron form fair warn', MC's get scorn
Warn, bled alarm sound oblivious
Toy MC's flow but they style is quite ridiculous
Def come to these Jam rappers
Kicking rhymes, life is like cadavers
To unemployment, whack MC's get flushed like a toilet
We look and dunk and spoil it
We in terminal hunting season
Never commit treason to the King without reason
Running' from the poets, wheezing, heavy breathing
Our elite fleet won the battle
Laid you in the gravel
Unravelled your Adam's Apple, forcing' me to grapple
Un-float to the next mode, MC's is mouldy
With RCA cables, beat machines control me
Back track and burn you, kick flow and serve you
Behind building people, grab and sleep redeem you
Destroying, defeating, hanging upside-down from the ceiling
Real troops revealing, hands in the pockets, lethal weapons concealing


I caught grammar cadaver in a bush, gravestone crossing
Every brain vessel bursting your offspring
Battle-axe costing, vine of roses, my thorn swings
Slow hands, arms explode, laughing at darkness
Heartless darts cartridge, shoppers turn hard marksmen
Cut the dark monkey part shot, my dark carpet
Cribs and catapults, and cans stand in the splatter
Bones shatters, streets are latter, scatter brain matter on platter
Cranberry Splash Mountain, my gun lead spit in spines
Bloodthirsty Warcloud, yo I caught the champ sniffing' lines
Dine on weak minds like limes and apple wine
The perfect crime to devour planets in time
Nine little Indians teach you their departure
Beware of hidden archers, pyramid on the hill
Stomach organs spill, cyber-tropic metropolis
Necro plastic operatives hold presidents hostages
Take me to the button magisterial righteous glutton
I bludgeon your platoon, mayhem the dirty dozen
Drifting living weapons, outer space war zone legends
Ghastly arithmetic in motion from Heaven
Chunks bitten out of the head of the anti-Christ
Old liquid foot, powder foot chopped up the body
Clack clack kapow, hit you behind a sandwich truck
Shuffle with the gauge to an alley and body slide
Back To The Future, prevents the ransom for rocking' mics
Power in the present war ghost, I blast the shocking light
Talking hype, no champ lovers smack you in hip hop
Warcloud productions we bang broads 'til Easter
The American poet Soul Brady will keep you ducking hard
Violent robo-feds will leave crews bloody construction yards

[Road Block]
Universal Soldiers tortured and Iron Maidens
Intergalactic battleship sink, fight like Ravens
Pestilence controls the galaxy, life short of immortality
Burn you up like calories, causin' mass fatalities
Think fast, blast, you might not last
You might even end up in a full body cast
Break backs, tied to train tracks, synapse
I see red, the battle just took place and everybody's dead
Bare knuckle boxing, check my entourage
Killa Bee behind me, full body camouflage
Brain busting bullets, barrel through your body
Hit you with Tommy Gunn's from the closet of John Gotti


[Outro: Warcloud]
Knowledge is the foundation of all things in existence
Wisdom is the manifestation
Understanding is the best part
Psychotropic war zone, battle shades in cyber space
Warcloud.. Soul Brady
Wu-Tang Clan is luxuriant
The American Poets
They never caught me Sleepy Horse; they never caught me Sleepy Horse
They'll never catch you Sleepy Horse
They never catch me Sleepy Horse

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Silent Sanctuary

by Silent Sanctuary

Natupad ang aking pangarap
Na ipagtapat sayo
Ibubulong ko na lang sa alapaap
Ang sigaw ng damdamin ko

Sulyapan mo lang sana ang langit
Baka sakaling marinig ng puso mo
Ang tinig ko

Maalala mo sana ako
Dahil noon pa man sayo lang nakalaan ang pag-ibig ko
Bawat sandali na ikaw ay kasama
Para bang di na tayo muling magkikita
Kaya ngayon aaminin na sayo
Na mahal na mahal kita
Maalala mo sana

Naitago ko pa ang lahat
Ng iyong mga liham
Unang ngiti mga yakap mo'y
Di naalis saking isipan

Tutugtog ako ng gitara
Baka sakaling sumagi sa isip mo
Ang mga pangako

Maalala mo sana ako
Dahil noon pa man sayo lang nakalaan ang pag-ibig ko
Bawat sandali na ikaw ay kasama
Para bang di na tayo muling magkikita
Maalala mo sana ako
Dahil noon pa man sayo lang nakalaan ang pag-ibig ko
Bawat sandali na ikaw ay kasama
Para bang di na tayo muling magkikita
Kaya ngayon aaminin na sayo
Na mahal na mahal kita
Na mahal na mahal kita
Maalala mo sana...

Daddy Yankee
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya
Y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow
Dembow bow bow
So before leavin', yo it's a wise man I'm repeatin'
Two wrongs don't make a right, I believe in it makes a even
Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
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