Rumors of War

(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 hеad fuckers don't even surfacе
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)