Thunder Clouds

Rain falls on my toes Walking in the rain

Yeah 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, brain washing E M F 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 vinears 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

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

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 feel 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