Rumors of Wars

歌詞

(Intro: Holocaust) "There's rumours of wars" Rumours of wars "They've died and women crying" "There's rumours of wars" (Holocaust) Overlap you like soldier spray silver spears Dismayed and bewilders peers Kill your tender years sipping a Millers Beer Look at distilled deep water Raise it and cut a canyon through a mountain That 'Crash' and drowns your army, you wouldn't harm me (The Professional) Busted Rumors of War, heart felt adrenaline Our first objective is elimination of wack repetitive pitiful peasants (Holocaust) Your raps is goofball circus, premeditating our purpose You rock head, block head fuckers don't even surface While you worship hoes serpent Travelling merchants who leave you worthless Deep like the Urchins, it's curtains She's lurking, certain to hurt your person (The Professional) Your raps is nonsense, no content, non existent Instantly grab the mic, now watch me slaughter this shit Insane, hardcore pain, I'm setting fire to the biters pit (Holocaust) Vocal sticks like baseball cards and both bike wheels Snipe eels, feel like strike Neil Top of your brothel I bust a huff, whirling, Stirling gat While the po' shakes up the man at the corner news stand Cheap shots, low blows and sucker punches don't front Shots that crunch kid, walk with a hunch Eat you for lunch kid (The Professional) New styles, new plan, 'Vocabulary Superior Mastering' 'Filthy Bike Chains', 'Musically Expanding' Evolving, stacks of pens, 'Credibility' 'Lonley Souls Cry Deep Inside Silently' (Holocaust) Rumors of Wars explore the damp corridors With a horrid hoard of bloody angry men Boston Strangler, Jack the Ripper Lounge out on the hillside, throw ride Put your career to rest like the Cleveland Torso Killer And Eliot Ness, the Ghost of Capone Through chrome microphones, verbal war zone I'll rhyme and slap poems Laugh, bite and snap bones Sugar time assassin rap homes (The Professional) Now I see you scoping me out When I leave my name starts flying out of your mouth About pose this, pose that, I'm everything that you'll never be I've got originality and my name proceeds me You got no flavour and someone else's personality I said you no threat, you fucking pose no challenge to me (Holocaust) Warcloud crash the vase on your head Out fell a golden shrine, spray can, backpacks Black gats and a fat axe, I attack tracks Crash wax just like my cigarette Yo son you stupid kid? Lucrative like a fugitive (The Professional) Fucker this is Rumors of War Things that failed couldn't be described in mere words How could you give a person on the wrong path a right direction? If they won't listen, I'm living, 'Striving for Perfection' Keep the opposites in guessing, elevating on a new creation (Chorus: The Professional) Kneeling before me by days end I found through life's tribulation, music has been my only friend Kneeling before me by days end I found through life's tribulation, music has been my only friend (Outro: The Professional) Friend, friend, friend, friend, friend You got to walk along some valley You got to walk it by yourself No one's going to walk it for you "There's rumours of war" "They've died and women the crying" "There's rumours of war" (to fade)