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Mics Turntables Spray Cans and Records Lyrics

by Warcloud


[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

[Hook x2: Warcloud]
Mics, turntables, spray cans and records
Mics, turntables, spray cans and records

[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 muthafuckas like AK's
For decades, I infect AIDS to rap brigades
A 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

[Hook x2: same time as the chorus]

[Chorus x2: Leviathan]
Great Chiefs, we slaughter, clobber all impostors
Urban legends stalkers, fresh off the meat locker
Urban legends stalkers, Great Chiefs, we conquer
Clobber all impostors, fresh off the meat locker

[Leviathan:]
Drunk off the Lager, slobber, speech improper
Zoomin' past coppers, renegade hip hoppers
Shake, rattle or shatter, mirrors to windows
Hench those, ears and cannons, drums explode
The verter-breaker, homes, Holmes, we got you done
Out, Great Chief scout, muzzle ya snout dog
It's turbulence, turbulence, else swift
Knuckle uppercut, detachin' the fence
Scars are, permanent, permanent
Parallax crack backs, on wax, smack ya brats
Trapped in a torture rack, we torture tracks
Sure son release the Mantra, asthma, microphone basher
Answer for ya cancer, tomahawk slasher, yo, causin' disaster

[Chorus/Hook x2]

[Leviathan:]
Fresh off the meat locker...

[Skarekrow:]
Lyrics leave you wit more knots then spots on a leopard
The crocodile shepherd, leave teeth marks in records
And bend microphones, form funeral homes
That's right boy, you in the danger zone
I hook up wit M.C.'s, make love to M.P.'s
Half natural laborer, give birth to C.D.'s
Drop niggas on they heads like careless baby-sitters
You can throw ya best verses, and I'll, flush 'em down the shitter
Tear out ya tongue and feed us to the scavengers
Carve a mark on my chest, for every wanted challenger
Who died on this mission and got malnutrition
Went up against drive, and then survived the collision
My hands swoop from my pockets, evil plotter eye socket
Couldn't block it, broke his forearm tryin' stop it
My comment, ripped his veins to his arm pits
And dragged the flag, puffin' through hot car pits
Hard hits to the head, make the genius retarded
Flip confidence like the Red Sea garden
Bear trap raps, snapped on his back from the black man
Tryin' to grow on site, take the flight on the demise

[Chorus/Hook x2]

[Leviathan:]
Fresh off the meat locker

[Unknown singer:]
We can be, we can be, we can be...

[Hook x2]

[Outro: Warcloud (unknown singer)]
Great Chiefs (We can be, we can be, we can be, everything...
We can be anything...)





  • Quote Artist


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

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

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
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
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

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

De-de-destruction
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
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
White Lies
rin
One Direction
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone
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