(feat. North Star & Suga Bang Bang)



[Intro: Warcloud]

North Stars, North Star, North Star, Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha

Warcloud



[Warcloud:]

Flame tanks, stealth tanks, mammoth tanks, and hover tanks

Cargo planes and gun boats, I smother banks

Helicopter landing, step off and shoot standard

And blow you into fly with a particle beam cannon

Skiing off a snow slope on fire

And it's still snowing, The Big Wolf on Campus

Shots run rampid, their bodies are now my canvas

Hot chain-gun your soldiers fell in the sandpits

At my weapons factory I am the new prototype

If you're like me you're at the repair facility

Warcloud, day at the power plant, the warhawk

To ladies Mr Chair-hands blow a hole through your store lock

Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter

The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water

Old toys in the "Old Toy Room" cock revolvers

I camoflauge in rocks with guns and crystal armor

An old man and his wife wrecked their car in the mountains

and wandered up 3 miles then to their surprise

they found a ghost army hazy in their cataracts

And at the tip-top Warcloud threw his battle-axe



[Chorus x3: unknown reggae artist]

This killa bee, gun shot it by the rain

This killa bee, yes, you know a blood stain



[Christbearer:]

Christbearer be ya vital information

Grab the microphone and make somethin' outta Nathan (what?)

With no jilation, my justation, germination

An Emancipation Proclamation in a rhythm vindication

M.C., free-mason degree with the gavel, mystery unravelled (God in the flesh)

God in the being, y'all niggaz still cant see Jeanie/Genie

with a flow so dreamy, it's the phenomeonally, phenomenal, phenomenon

Young Genghis Khan is designed to be on, tip-toe onto the set

with my gods in the flex for Tyrannasaurus-Rex

I gets hotter than the hair on the gazelle

That, that threw the death deal with my style unveiled

It aint hard to tell, Christbearer done cracked the scale

with Coolie Mack and L (North side)

I never let the truth and the false of the jail

All hail bearer, of the thunder Christbearer



[Chorus x3]



[Meko the Pharaoh]

Fuck it, let's tear the world up

since everybody motionless and don't give a fuck

Movin' like an SUV truck, Rollin on the right side high

Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this Long Beach mind

Tear down your city make everybody cry

And it's a shame how the world been tricked

I move across the nation with my global black fist

Coz niggaz out here is like terrorists

we'll blow your whole Ave. up with one stick (Wu!)

And I ain't talkin' 'bout sherm

I'm talkin' 'bout shit to blow your whole damn firm

Actin' like you concerned, about me? (What?)

You get dropped G, movin with your paparazzi (nigga)

You takin' chances like you playin yahtzee

You could never fuck with me, North Star (Yeah)



[Mikey Jarrett:]

Run outta luck, you know them run outta luck, ooh

Run outta luck, you know them run outta luck, ooh

Run outta luck, you know them run outta luck

Say when them check it out the killa bee dem buck off

Say when them check it out the killa bee dem buck off

Killa Bee and North Star, we done heard them step up

So listen and your lyrics when the God gonna spit

Say two shots are now suck up ina ya hip

So listen and your lyrics when the God gonna spit

Say two shots are now stuck up ina ya hip

So listen and your lyrics will pick up on the spliff

We no business if you a Blood and nah care if you a Crip

Say when we come through, you know strictly street sweep

Say when we come through on the crib, we a creep

Boy, you better go and go back down beneath



[Outro: Mikey Jarrett]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Word up, man, Killa Bee, North Star

It's how we do it, blaw! blaw!

One, niggas