(feat. The Parralax)



[Intro: Leviathan]

Ah, West Coast, ah, the renaissance

It's the renaissance, strangers wit candy

Leviathan, Warcloud, Mantra, word

It's the renaissance ya'll



[Hook x4: Leviathan]

Those who were blessed in the garment

Shall be, shall be not reincarnated



[Leviathan:]

Yo it's the dynamo, body blow specialist, here to twist wrists

Kidnap ya life, take a hike and don't forget this

Broke, you bout to learn, hip hop's not always business

Cuz underground authentic linguistics, represent ships

That launch missiles at "Wannabeez" under seas

Victorious, P.A.C., crossbreeds

Who don't have a clue, stop rhymin' like you're brand new

Parallax, we see right through, nobody's fool

Unglue, you're molecules'll send you back together

I'm Leviathan, lickin' shots wit the strangler

We cliffhangers, unit bangers

Echo no Asian honey lemon, will throw drop full of nature

The revolution won't platinumized and televised

We third dimension strangers here for you to analyze

In this wilderness, of America-ca-ca

We carry heads and roll them back to bury the sucka

Cuz he deadly palm, shatter your dome and scatter your bones

You hear the tone dialin' you out, it's combat zone



[Chorus x2: Mantra]

Poison blood from the bay of pigs, catcher in the rye

Walkin' dogs to West Asia, kept them in a bind

Retreat to the sea cliff, strength versus weakness

People of the world, let my particles unite



[Warcloud:]

Aiyo, let the dead bury their dead, the wasteful son

You caught 'em wit a bucket of blood, down in Damascus

Eighty eight back flips, stack chips and write

Though eye is the organ of sight, I cracked it twice

Tripped to oblivious, slaughter you in the rut

While you worship what you know not what, your crew's snuff

I battle til my brain shuts off, the street's left you

A strange man kept you, he crept through a can of beans

Bone dust suffer, rap protein forever

And eat to reality, gun you down in a tragedy

Somethin' from the nightmare realm, abnormality

Snap your rib cage out your back, don't call the Warcloud

Red, white and blue werewolf, wit sleep technique

Bop you on your head hard, wit the last baseball

Autographed by Babe Ruth, devil's better respect God

Perplex odd, quote that was Para' mention you, injure you

Heavy old sword, that warm body will smother you

Jockeys in the rain, we rob you in living luxury

Them poison Adam eaters, come and try to defeat us

The famous old story of the Ace and his three kings

In the Parallax, I'll chop you all up in to stacks

Flap jack back, they froze a fifty two pickup

Crunchy shots burst the slump, wit bloody hick-ups

Battleground sound, Warcloud the dirty planter

Wu-Tang soldiers will buzz saw on you wit records

Password crept it, perplexed it by rap embargo

It's like cotton doll, bird feathers and marbles

Mineral bats, sharp water, save yourself, buckers

You can never buck us, I want you to try and touch us



[Chorus x2]



[Mantra:]

The stigma of a flower, pistol in a hair piece

A static symbol of a mind, that impeach

The legacy on the mound, he was known as Saint Tropez

Struck men out for the effect of oppressive ages

Unstable cages, radicals'll rush us in the classroom

They shoot off in the black boy jungle

Misty serenades, the bogarts'll cook

Pendulum foot, I was in, he didn't look

When Mantra broke out the window, bird became cuckoo

Flew over sea-saw, chiefs who come to greeet you

Villages concealed in the sounds of the vultures

Crashed on the streets, where my kids gotta eat

Lady vinegar, momma let the heart spill

Armor shade bias, catch your high tide crescents

Ran from Allah, free cypher for self banishment

Sun spot, rise of the apricot, catch

Twelve trot, understanding hell of happiness

Somebody told me that the Parallax were here

Left hands are diced, then writin' on Sheik punishment

Catcher in my name is in the straw hoods of Saigon

Nation of water comes down from hot places

Hard for critics to rate this, solid basement

Mechanize a thought when I walk, gather a witness

Recordin' ya'll shit, whether people's faces change

Like a scent on the brain, family portrait was hung

A livin' myth was taken, tunnel to be driven

And subterranean vessels, carry the sleepin' conscience

Took a train to market, get your hands out my pockets



[Bridge x3: Leviathan]

Aiyo, yo, reincarnated M.C.'s

Agree or disagree the style is restin' in peace



[Leviathan:]

Because...



[Hook x2]



[Outro: Leviathan]

Not reincarnated, hah, word, not reincarnated