He would go so far as to get some real old low down Harlem time music
Here's number one, get this
Yesterdays ice cubes are water today
[Verse 1]
Midnight calling, the moonlight falling
My chamber swings from dry to parallel, so watch them falling
While my watch keeps tickin', I'm not please with 'em
We ain't talking at the moment I told them I'd never give in
Through the door
To a world you won't believe
With the forest and the trees, have you swallowed by your dreams, so it seems
Through the door
Snow covers the forest floor, enchanted all the creatures enslaved by the forest law, what I saw
Through the door
I followed false footprints into the darkest hour
Felt my heart devoured, deflowered, powered to reach the tower
The queens beam, morph a man to stone
She got me clutching to my, when will I be steppin' out to roam
Through the door
Warm steady huntin', no frontin', I'm out for dumping
Something, bluntin', buzzin'
Storming the fortress, precautions amount to nothing
Some make it through, others hearts turn cold
The last from Turkey seem unworthy than the path they once chose
Yesterays ice cubes are water today x4
[Verse 2 - Jehst]
Yo
Lyrics written in Morse code
Step into the boar toad
The lie the witch and the wardrobe
Lord knows, the roads we walk
Many colossal potholes
For lost souls who lost over s** d** and rock 'n roll
Do anything to get your pockets swolled
Dive in, fish that bogus sh** from out the toilet bowl
Handing to you bed up to your elbows
I step into the wardrobe and now I'm in a snow globe
Until the lion comes home
We governed by the ice queen
Thatcher right regime, im rolling with the A-team
Yesterdays ice cubes are water in my whiskey gla**
Skip the cla**, throw the cape up a**, lets kick some a**!
Miss piggy war cry hard past the number 7
Green screen, add effects when we come to edit
Cause everything is, and we are all one
Hold on, no need for beef, load up the bong
Book worm, I'mma square you're an ?oblong?, gone wrong
Get your mind right before you logged on
I target your coordiantes, my missle locked on
Ww-dot-youryard-dot-com
Running through the snow in my longjohns
With a shotgun, drummer boy, rappa-pum-pum
(Through the door.)
Yesterays ice cubes are water today x4