Woodchuck

[Intro: Architect Holocaust]
West Coast, West Coast
Killa Beez

[Verse 1: Architect Holocaust]
Antlers, hammers and hacksaws
The withered poetry of a man with no name, America
Cement mixer fall upon an ice cream
Holocaust to many, greet with bloody handshake
Wu Empire and colleagues luxuriant
You torn like tape off football helmets, chip
Four cups of crushed bricks, half cup of roses
Smoke egg green and yellow candy cane
Zombies still cooped in the cottage with orange tea
Pistols still pointed at the floor, spinal crumbs
Blood hits snow in hearts, scoop it up in handfuls
Bathe in the river, the waterfall runs red
Sasquatch Yeti, battalion with one head
In a Lonely Place, dollars, razors and marbles
We break open forearms, Earth the last hour
Out in the teahouse playing a hand of spades
Fistful of grenades blow out the watch light
Convicts rally at moonset, the last
Flows stay smoggy, old Carnival Witcham
Sideshow freaks, belly dancers and gypsies
One of the woodcutters, village Architect
88 sandwiches, Thermos and a lunch box
In the Harsh Realm viewing the emerald butterflies
Flutter diamond moths, both with dusty wings
Bodies lay soaked in a desert, throats gouged out
Chunks spitting out of their heads, I had a purpose
Will you still love me tomorrow? Architect
Will you still love me tomorrow? Holocaust

[Interlude: Timbo King]
Royal Famous, blame us
Yo

[Verse 2: Timbo King]
My first whip be a Chrysler
So when you see me you say, "Chrys' is coming"
Ice numbing your neck, throw one of those
Strong notes, Indian pose, flat footed
Yo my back hurts, feel like I'm growing wings
Blessed by the Heaven kings, my crown piece seven rings
Money to earn, money to burn
Give some, lend some, take it
Fuck it be stingy off a stash if you have to
Nigga, what? Flip a pack of if you have to
Cash in, pawn the shit, your highest bidder
Buy from the streets, cop at wholesale price
Motel models, go tell Five-O
Five-O follow the black El Dorado

[Chorus: Crisis & Meko the Pharaoh]
Who got that real shit niggas blast to, bitches shake their ass to?
Hit you up with the hood when we pass through
Black Knights, Royal Fam got that hot shit (Yo)
Topless in the cockpit of my drop six
In the cockpit of the drop six (yeah, yo)

[Verse 3: Meko the Pharaoh]
Give me beats like this I start burnin'
Wack MCs, you're still learnin'
Just like punk cops that rotate on your block
Millions of people is gonna hear the North Stars shot
While the worlds rock mental, I hold presidential
Bare essentials, Wu-Tang credentials
Makin niggas catch wind chills when my N.S. windmills
Niggas better get real
Even though I stay pissy drunk, bumping Kurupt
In the red mini van phat tinted
Smoking on that spinach, all funny niggas get printed
I got that Long Beach shit like J. Bennett
The rest of y'all niggas sound like women
Scared of my sword when it's given, y'all niggas better stop pretending
Cuz the words that I speak is deep imprinted
Kill or Be Killed is what I'm representing, representing

[Interlude: Cilvaringz]
Yo, yo, check it, yo

[Verse 4: Cilvaringz]
As several clouds form a storm, I baffle Gabriel
The Archangel with death, death to his first born
Earth moors Wu Killa Beez on The Swarm
From the battleship, throw darts that be accurate
We ninjas, we backflip with tactics of anthrax
Arise like the novas from Earth under canvas
Of the Clan, fist to fist
Kamikaze shock this like Nazi documents
Apache Helicopters strike down near the bunker of the Glocksmiths
Shop the Dirty Weaponry, Tecs from the 70's
Gone With the Wind, slung mines within
My men tackle dikes with the 7 deadly dicks
They claim my covenant, my government enslaves you
To my Hall of Double Justice and bloodstains your judgement
So prepare to be slained by the truth
It's Blood for Blood When All Hell Breaks Loose, son

[Outro: Cilvaringz]
Wu-Tang Killa Beez from Shaolin, Europe
Black Knights, Royal Fam
It's Cilvaringz, one