Brooklyn Academy - Blind Fury (The Tempest) lyrics

[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen [Verse 1: Block McCloud] Let the trumpets ring. It's the all-encompa**ing Come to bring a wondrous thing to keep the sons under wing I just do it, be fluent when chewing. Forsaking's not allowed from me I rock the crowd—hollat the Block McCloud You get to turn this flash. For now, to cla** and learn Or crash and burn, ashes to urn as the wheel turns You have to learn to take your time like Dutch Masters burn And if your dues are paid, sh**'ll come back like a tax return For a taste of fame, honest can inflict major pain Bullets'll raise the brain. I'm on the air like Frasier Crane You heard the flows and dove in. Words is woven Like Woolrich. With motion to gain, don't slow there These keep my enemies close if they're posing Threaten, you can bet you'll get hung like wet clothes and Autumn caught ‘em dozing, toured about, posing Similes. Those in our vicinities know I'm proposing Like Beethoven, Chopin, Johann Sebastian Bach Got little Blocks wishing to clock when I'm rosy Blowing up more spots than cops on Nostrand Explosion, hoes on my jock like a Trojan [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen [Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor] Coming forth with a cyclone of bars Get that mic blown. Stand clear of my strike zone I kick a high tone, putting holes in the ozone Slice you up like provolone, split your chromosome My poem is known to leave your neck mad tense. In an instance The sh** I kick will give you shin splints, get smoked like Winstons Or Newports. I'm getting buzzed off two quarts of Olde E Slowly, my flow be Dicking you like Moby I'll Desert you like the Gobi and cross the Serengeti Plains, so when I rains on top your head, you best be [?] Ready or not, I got a hundred watts of lyrical shock My spiritual flock of emcees got you on Master Lock Pa** the rock—I'm on point like Stoudamire Dogging emcees like Oscar Mayer. Yo, a lot admire My style. I'll set your heart on fire—I'm a pyromaniac Braniac collecting more Banks than Tyra. My re- Sponse is ripping mics for the audiance Been writing sh** since the Renaissance with elegance You'll bless my séance. I'm waking up the dead Attack you like a hammerhead. As my grammar spread I make the light shed, illuminating. My eyes bright-red, blunts are fumigating Smoke accumulating. Folks, to you, them stating: Words is complicating, got you contemplating, thinking Concentrating, drinking. Comp's compilationist Confiscating. Your whole congregation stuck like constipation Payback's my compensation [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] Welcome to my cla**. Have a seat, pay attention I make you nod your head by way of hypnotic suggestion My topics are hot hits like toxic on the optics Leaving blind mice ejecting out of their co*kpits I slam emcees together like a mosh pit I compose composites and make a deposit On tracks when I drop sh** to make you bounce like hydraulics Or gay n***as when they frolic Pa** the chronic so I can talk stupid like Ebonics With these sonics, I'm making wack emcees vomit Like bulimics. So now you know the math of my staff Cla** of '97. My biology experience is beyond your tiny weapons So step in my section and catch a C-section dissection for crossing the intersection I'll leave you left in a state of shock. I got the hand that made the cradle rock I rock smooth. I'll feed you ‘til your navel pops Spinning like dreidel tops, don't need no blades or Glock to blaze the spot Like four-alarmers causing trauma, you're a goner Putting you through more drama Than a guidance counselor, then pause like a comma Then bend like ori... gami on a Quest like Jonny and Hadji With more technology than Konami [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x3) There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen