Introduction to the Poets

[Intro: Warcloud]
One, two, yo, it's Warcloud
I bathe in the river
The waterfall runs red
Ill ass session, you know I'm saying?
West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Bee representative
Warcloud, formerly known as Holocaust
Black Knights West Coast Wu-Tang

[Verse 1: Warcloud]
You know I ski on the bird, I ski on the bat
Yo that's the symbol right there
Shit stay fly, stay tropical, stay luxury, Freestyle Flow
Yo, we gonna rock 'em, and push up your nose, that's your snotbox
Freestyle Flows and knock your head down your shoulders
Kick the body into the river
Freestyle Flows attack and slice your skin into slithers, slithers
Freestyle Flows deliver, can't fuck with this MC
Freestyle Flows throw boxes and crates in this degrees
You can't fuck with this
I leavе your head with more rings than Saturn
You couldn't catch my pattern and I splattеr you all over the mural
Freestyle Flows is how I hit you
I cut off heads in a room full of mirrors
Freestyle Flows attack and ain't the clearest
You better fear us, better beware
Freestyle Flows is scared and stare
I still put you in a [?] of belief
Freestyle Flows my gun, you get buried
Freestyle Flows is scary
Freestyle Flows'll put you in the commissary
Put you in a sanatorium, in the mortuary
Freestyle Flows will bury 'em

[Break: Warcloud]
Yo, it's how we rock it
Yo, yo yo cool, how we rock it?
Ill shit, ill shit, ill shit
We stay, we stay, shit is mad ill

[Verse 2: Warcloud]
Still disease in the breeze, MCs flee
You get hit with mechanical fleas
Freestyle Flows is techno mics in your brain, that's how I implanted them Freestyle Flows is how you spent your vacation on my island
Freestyle Flows is styling
Yo, your balloon pop? I'm still up busting shots
From the black, from the back, from the block
Freestyle Flows attack on the tick-tock, the mouse ran up the clock
Freestyle Flows how I snatch all the Jacks before the ball drop
You can't fuck with this Freestyle Flows is abducting shit
Fire in the sky, yo yo we own samurais
Slice open eyes. You can't fuck with this
Now we kicked the writtens, we kicked the writtens
It's unforgiving
Yo, yo, yo yo, the forbidden styles how they mystic
We fuck old gypsies, Freestyle Flows is how they too young
Freestyle Flows attack leave you hung
Freestyle Flows is how your ship sunk and and we sung
Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum
Freestyle Flows is how we old ice pirates
Bloodthirsty angry tyrants and we came to get violent

[Break]
Yo yo yo yo check it, written

[Verse 3: Warcloud]
You get strangled in burgundy velvet ropes
Stained wooden floorboards, sleeping on a ceiling I murder warlords
Fever Dream spleen fiend, gun lead blow
The jury let me walk, I laughed and spat up a toe
And crushed your dirty smiles while I was eating tiles
And farted out 20 beach balls, bounced down the aisle
The Blob's a great film, threw my ticket stub in the waste basket
Pop a cuchi, spasming chicks, so they can taste magic
Casket face miraculous, murder you while I'm kneelin'
Where's Warcloud? I heard he sleeps on the ceiling
You move like snails, Arsenic and Old Lace
House of Frankenstein, slow hand lays down a cold ace
Miracle on 7th Street, merciless Jack Frost
Left big cats paws while playing with Adam's rib
Steal, ride a Harley through Cop Land with Gidget
I howl and shatter the Moon, send you a postcard
Chicky-Chicky Boom Boom, now they call you broken face
Heard your rib cage healed up and I hope it breaks
Open case, glance two times, while others stares
Glanced two times, while others stares
A ghost wrapped in bandages laughs his way up the stairs

[Break]
Yo we igniting flares
Yo the American Poets
Yo, yo we the dopest hocus-pocus
Blurring up your focus, there's something in the way

[Verse 4: Warcloud]
Yo, I slayed you in the water mill, Freestyle Flows is like onslaughts
Yo, yo, puny green men in uniform brought to hurt Warcloud
Warcloud smash
Freestyle Flows will bash and dash with the cash
Freestyle Flows is how I hit you with Malan hands
And they heavy and shiny, Freestyle Flows is kind of grimy
You can't get with this, this is Alcatraz

[Verse 5: Pro the Leader]
Check it, Professional, 714
Hardcore, [?] close your fucking door
Here's how I do it, make my own beats
Coming over in a minute, then I hook up the shit
In Bouie Street, yo, it's the Bouie Street Banger
Coming through than a motherfucking strangler
I'm not hand gliding over this shit, MCs gliding like the Dorito chips
Here I come again with the ill shit
Then I pass it off, the C-4
Watching him explode and then I grab the microphone then explore
When I need to no rising
Smoking chocolate Phillies, yo, check it out
When I grab the microphone, pass it off me

[Break: Warlcoud]
Hey, yo, the American Poets, yo

[Outro: Warcloud]
Trunk spitting out of their heads, who didn't come
To see the strange men in their ways of strange fun
The American Poets, yo
Trunk spitting out of their heads, who didn't come
To see the strange men in their ways of strange fun
The American Poets