Warcloud: The Ocean

The Ocean

(Intro: Holocaust)
The Holocaust check out my rhymes
I recorded half of an album in the same studio where 2Pac got shot the first time

(Holocaust)
Punk, I rain today construction vehicles in your parade
I cut like a propeller blade
Dialect your computer RAM or cause the death of Superman
City wide pride, I paint my brave ____ on the outside of my tepee
Walking when I'm sleeping, you pitiful fucking weakling
The bleeding shaman this evening, passageway revealed, proceeding
Lost a zombie called Momin, a nickel plated gat will spray
By our time calculations in fact today
Intriguing believing a soldier was an incantation of foul magic
See I am a large denial giant hawk salt water crocodile
Back snap who captures, abandoned tragic before rap bastards
I'm hazardous and Jerusalem's missing the back of it, a vast ship
I'm outlandish faggot or perhaps
In fact my axe melts through your skull is made of plastic
I drink Seagram's, a vindicators kingdom, now that's a nasty gun
Grandpa Sacrilege, Concrete Island', NASA diagnostic
And vodka was made from and sold to a man who brings them disasters
A rap Quasimodo indeed who they feed bony fish
He's a fight louse and when sacrament attacks your lighthouse master
Ghost like Casper my machete turn you white as alabaster
A river church just afar from highlander

(Break: Holocaust)
The Holocaust, check out my rhymes...

(Chorus: Holocaust)
Ritually I injure thee; I Crash' fast and simply
sink you halfway into The Ocean' like Italy
Yo, ritually I injure thee I Crash' fast and simply
sink you halfway into The Ocean' like Italy

(Holocaust)
Tonight gunfight
There's a prize-fighter who rapped himself up in bandages because he was invisible
Six feet in a box is a criminal, a gun march in a citadel
All your feathers have notches in them, the future emblem and general
The modern sovereign look at the problem danger and useless oxygen
I take shots of gin, hound we get down with a few men
Before we leave here like Batman and Robin
Beneath today the street way lucrative, the dark Superman of rap
Kangol hat, spin hazard wooden
The Green Lantern, I get a lap dance from Wonder Woman
From the sarcophagus knights and holes in the wall
Something that couldn't be captured, you want it
The damn Saint rough streets from the Indian paintbrush retreats
I'm as big as Great Britain
Hold my rib up to the sun, like a girl I bought candy and a kitten
Oh shit in a barrier, I hit like an explosion in the area
The bed ridden unforgiving
Beneath the earth there is a land that is black
Facts I exact come to my dark king of chainsaws habitat

Chorus x2