Speakers Corner

[Verse 1]
Yo, the Death Star spins only millimetres from the core
Burn down your city from inside like a Trojan Horse
Me? I have risen before. Walked the Earth
Half water, half salt, deep-sixed C4
20,000 leaves of pressure, definitely crush your lungs
Cannonball Crush from abyss to oblivion
Then land at Stargate, strength of praying mantis
Partnered up with Hellboy, use it to my advantage
Horns made of silver, golden trumpets Harold me
Servants and minions, they only embarrass me
Go get the kerosene, let’s start a bonfire
Burn, baby burn
Put an arrow through the town choir
Barbed wire, tripwire, RPG, bayonet
Little fishies biting at the bait who have no meaning yet
Let me show you how to give a reputation permanence
Encounters of the third kind, third eye, Copernicus

[Hook]
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
When we start gunnin’ you better start runnin’

We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
When we start gunnin’ you better start runnin’

[Verse 2]
All fallen warriors call to [?]
Yes I can make a change like Obama
Change the world with my own to hands like Ben Harper
Ancient manuscripts, encrypted Magna Carta
Visions of a world overflowing, molten lava
Powerful beast that crush like Chupacabra
Sabbra Cadabbra Black Sabbath armour
Move with my unit, march until the sun break
Drown when my sound surround, open the floodgate
Love-hate relationship bound by the human soul
Thirteen crystal skulls extraterrestrial
Twelve labours of Hercules, I’m invincible
Multidirectional professional firepower
Focus my ammunition, blast through the Ivy Tower
No one is safe from the place that I came from
Red like the sun’s core, black like a raven
Amazed by my traits in Spasefase the project
Spoons I can bend with my mind, other objects?
Move with my telekinetic phonetic process
Energetic Bedouin medicine, way too complex

[Hook]
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
When we start gunnin’ you better start runnin’

We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
When we start gunnin’ you better start runnin’

[Verse 3]
Got you eating out the palm of my hand like feeding pigeons
Beats Ol’ City Rocker, we could bodybag a rhythm
So, welcome to the cataclysm, 2012 calendar
2010 Olympics, yeah, Vancouver, Canada
Hammers and hacksaws, screwdrivers, nail guns
Power drills, Battleaxe Warriors, Prevail One
Had to know this day would come
Sky overrun with a cloud made of black smoke
Loud like a black crow
When the day break take time out for solar charge
Powered by the lunar cycle, howl when the moon is large
Fangs of The Wolfman, Benicio del Toro
I know I’m half human but still feel no sorrow
Tomorrow’s gonna be a big day, Big Bang
Ice covers everything, ice age, new king
Liu Kang, Street Fight, subzero motherfuckers
Every time I rock a mic I’m a scorpion, aight!

[Hook]
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
When we start gunnin’ you better start runnin’

We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
We comin’, we comin’, we comin’
When we start gunnin’ you better start runnin’

You better start runnin’
You better start runnin’
You better start runnin’
You better start runnin’