Storm Clouds

[Verse 1]
When the storm clouds roll in and sunlight fades
Cause the palms of my hands absorb the solar rays
To engulf the Earth and flame the last days
A micro molecular spec's the next phase
To evolution- Has, i'm hybrid humanoid fusion
Muscle mass balloon iron glazed
Armor skin slash ebony blend, slang phrase
Transform my braids to razor blades
To hack off your mic hand, blood splash your stage
Faces shocked, Crowd still swayed hypnotically
Policy, that of operative stee' anonymous
Infrared seein silhouette where the problem is
Through enhanced photograph mapped in the software
Choreographed routines across air
Bring rains to cool down the surface of the planet
Anyone alive is left stranded

[Hook]
When the storm clouds swarm the sky
(The storm clouds) swarm the sky

[Verse 2]
The next epic
The next epic - much more than Battle of Olympus
Diamond tipped needle cut a record twelve inches
Soldier of a new day- deep inside of trenches
Heavy armed defense when murder is senseless
I acquire powers still unique to theory
Earthquakes break gaping holes in your realties
My love was a nine headed Hydra In Human disguise
It killed me inside, still waiting for the real queen
I’m now unfeeling unemotional, sober view
Greek god Apollo, flesh vessel Has-Lo
Mind elevation be the message in a bottle
And breaks through our green and blue sphere through the cosmos
Through the galaxy and the nebulas
Set to bust if these cut atoms ever touch

[Hook]
When the storm clouds swarm the sky
(The storm clouds) swarm the sky

[Verse 3]
In forty days a mountain range began to raise
Erosion reanimated Earth under waves
Surreal by comparison to late film or cinema
Salt in the floods corrodes the inner crust
And the outer crust flushed in the volcanic ash
You inhale, it pass through your nasal like coke dust
The lack of oxygen’ll give a slow rush
Lightning strikes trees with the speed of king cobras
Struggling to get a breath of air but it chokes us
Search for a sun in the sky with no luck
Smell the rancid plants and fruit, gag ‘til you throw up
I slide off like when tectonic plates touch
Something very delicate, when you oppose
I carve sharp ends on wooden poles to impale him with
You froze; your whole frame adheres to the scenery
Fatal blows are dealt quite frequently