March Of The Beatniks

[Intro - Chester P talking]
Ay yo man Farmz, this beat makes me feel like
A soldier man, I feel like Gods soldier
Marching towards a army of skeletons
With flames coming out they eyes and shit
This beat makes me feel like boxing suttin'
Man. Nah mean? This got me lively like
This makes me feel like a Battle Cat again man
This takes me right back, nah mean? This for
All you lively people. This for all you jump
Up massive. Nah mean? This for my MFTC people
Right here man. This for all you jump up massive
Now. Get rowdy ya knuh. Real rowdy. Like none
Of that pretend rowdy ya knuh. Get dirty yeah
Nasty nah mean? yeah? We all soldiers of God
Here man. Let's march towards the skeletons
Lets fight. The battle has begun, the holy war
The saga, the generals, Task Force!

[Verse 1 - Farma G]
I can leap through the air like an acrobat
No way back, safety nets can't catch
Hijack stars and track, out in the Milky
Dirty and filthy, beyond all hope of progress
Your whole starship's distressed
Signal's calling for help
But the Gods couldn't help you up on the shelf
Your sales went down this year
Shouting tears of fears we've gone clear
Mountain ranges all disappeared
See how my vision has changed this year
Fuck the awards, it's the lone ranger
Gallop into the prospect of danger
All up in my face like hoes
We know how that shit goes we've done shows
I'm a battle cat baby
Midday sun mad dog on a beat getting crazy
Task Force keep street on a daily
Stay street 'cause the street's what made me
On a sucker like an avalanche
No chance passed out
Tongue hanging out your fucking mouth
Crossed paths with the lunatic
Spit your life in reverse blud
Who's the weakest link?

[Hook]
Bombs are falling
Bombs are falling
Bombs are falling
Bombs are falling

[Verse 2 - Chester P]
Sparks fly, night falls, daybreaks
Heads run wild like jailbreaks
Run loose 'til sunlight comes through
Still do mad stuff, just do!
Just hope that it don't become you!
I walk through the ends you run through!
Ain't safe 'cause you know some Kung Fu
The kids out here wanna know what guns do
Touch down in the wrong mood come through
Climb on a stage, jump up then crush you!
I do what I must do all times
No thrills, real crimes
Real life in a real rhyme
How bright can a star shine?
How high can a flag fly?
How long can I standby?
Stand by for the outburst
Hands tied in the boot with ya mouth gagged
Ain't me but my pals were about that
Get down in the grounds foundations
How about that? can I get an "amen!"
Amen to the pavement
All men to the threshold start the invasion
Heart racing, life's so crazy
How about that? can I get an "amen!"

[Hook]
Bombs are falling
Bombs are falling
Bombs are falling
Bombs are falling