[Tino Vega (Storm Trupa)]

It's the 7th Squadron on a roll

We got gravity like the black hole

Take hold of your stereos.. while we take control

Rugged Soldier, Spanish Prince

(Storm Trupa - The Ark Angel)



"The chemistry of this atmosphere is unlike that of any other"



[Tino Vega]

Intelligence, packed in venomous tongues of lyricists

My rhymes are thoroughly dipped in verbal liquid

Before I get on the mic and spit any type of shit

Rhymes hit wigs and make em split, tell me if you can fuck with it

A mysterious war story, no heart no glory

Leavin warfields gory, a spooky character

With eyes that glow, the color yellow

A shiesty fellow, mass murderer, alarm sound burgular

Grab your weapon, and hold down your section

Deadly instrument, play the harp, sad song that hits the heart

Shatter into tiny parts - aww shit

Walkmen about to leave footprints

Robbin' from the filthy rich and give it to the good

But not a bit innocent, 7-S applyin' stress upon your chest

With verbal tecs, when we catch wreck

Walkmen up in the set [Darth Vader] "Don't make me destroy you!"



[Chorus: Walkmen]



Fortruss, our styles is morbid, can you absorb these

rhymes corrisives, with overdoses, high explosives

Thoughts ferocious, as we metamorphis

in a state of mental orbit



[cut n scratch: "The dark side!"]



[Storm Trupa]

>From the galactic civil wars to the battle of Endor

The Storm Trupa has endured the ridicule of his hip-hop mentors

Now it's my time to venture on and respond for the next generation

With the more systematic information

While my Squadron stands in a tight formation

Waitin on a platform, of an imperial battle station

Tie Fighters stand by, for aviation

Let's lay down the foundation, and build towards the sky

As the Ark Angel inaugurates his third eye

I use the Force as my ally, never yield to the Dark Side

Like Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader

In any confrontation I pull out my light saber

These galactic crusaders facin a fleet of invaders

My thoughts navigate, as my spirit illustrates

So my foes meet they fate

Then I annihilate, cloak my ship to investigate

Jump into hyperspace, headin back towards Echo Base

This is my Fortruss, this is my place

Where we intergrate with any other alien race

Scouts give chase, the Storm Trooper 'luminates like a flare

There's no despair when the 7th Squadron is there

Walkmen, puttin MC's in fear, beware - yes!

7-S, embranded on your chest, we the best



[a series of R2D2 beeps and whistles]



[Chorus]



[cut n scratch - "The dark side!"]



[Tino Vega]

Bless the warfield, with dreams to succeed

Proceed, to build a strong dynasty

And form a galaxy, my rhymes flow implode

And cause mass catastrophes



[Storm Trupa]

Master these rhymes like the Ark Angel psychokinetic energy

I change my styles drastically

So I know, fake MC's, can't fuck with me



[Tino Vega]

The Rugged Soldier spreads like a flash fire

Have all snitches hangin like a bird on a wire



[Storm Trupa]

I desire to destroy all evil empires

With my light saber, breathin heavily like Darth Vader



[Tino Vega]

Control your mind like a Sega

Street Fightin all opponents like Vega

Agressive defense on the mic is military sequence

Bombs explode frequent, devastatin' all allegiance

The Spanish loyal Prince leadin' the Squadron to victory

In this millenium's history



[Chorus: x2]



"It's a trap!"

"May the Force be with us.."