Thunder Clouds

[Intro]
Rain falls on my toes
Walking in the rain
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I never stop spitting, why? That's for quitters
Hence why I've always got new writtens
HF go to a show, we need them four figures
Mad lyrics in a twist like knickers
Envision, blood, sweat and tears then go on bigger
Start back tracking way into the distance
Mind rattling, it sets the rambling
The vines of the underworld, my soul still tramples them quicker
Catalysts for murdering the pantry by the vinegar
Better mind appliances that tamper with the evidence
Staring down a motherfucking barrel at my skeleton
Knee deep in blood so don't ask about our wellingtons
Or the whereabouts of my elephants
Why you tryna take me down like the residence
Sonic resonance, brainwashed with EMFs
Repeat after me say, 'I Am Legend'
No full stop, yet I still end the sentence
I am free, no remorse just remembrance
The past lies in dream fields where the scarecrows
Reign is assembling, HF's the emblem
Elite I dismember them, leave light bodies trembling
Hallucinogenic flash backs, now you're remembering
You're more than just some atoms in a pattern that is excellent
Painted vivid images as tears smeared veneers
I decorate exteriors, climbing up the wall and the lining with the ethereal
Matrix cold with no cereal
I scratched it off like a car thief with some dodgy materials
Just to make it real to you, just to make it real to you

[Hook]
Thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes
Dripping through the holes that are made by rows
Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold
Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told
I said thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes
Dripping through the holes that are made by rows
Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold
Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told

[Verse 2]
I might of joked around before but now I'm serious
You got a occults doing weird shit like drinking periods
Masonic house symbolism, Bohemian Grove realism
Satanic worship, it's all imperialism
I don't feel this vision, I fail to reveal the realness in every written
Hidden elevation
I stay cloaked when I'm spitting
Full throttle, never been a pot hole slipping
In dodgy old Britain, keep it popping like pilling
Not penicillin playing foxtrot villains
Repeat after me, you are not what you own though
Let that fly over your head like the drones
Nano particles dropping in your zone
Don't beat around the bush like Bush, he's a Skull and Bones
Society, the population needs the skull and bones in your society
Don't flow in the mainstream, I know that they lie to me
I feel the pain of musical flow like each key note was ivory
Shed my fear I got death here beside of me
Staring at him in his eyes, laughing as he cries to me
Went to console him and he stuck a fucking knife in me
Thrust it at 90 degrees like he's cutting corners violently
So Agenda 21 and he's gone when he tried to silence me
Unsuccessful attempt (unlucky), I held my vibrancy
Neither Hell of Heaven exists, this is the irony
On the flip side, I'm firing off the iron like the animal inside of me
I can breathe finally

[Hook]
Thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes
Dripping through the holes that are made by rows
Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold
Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told
I said thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes
Dripping through the holes that are made by rows
Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold
Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told

[Outro]
Illinformed, Fliptrix, High Focus