Has-Lo - Storm Clouds lyrics

[Verse 1] When the storm clouds roll in it's unlike phase Cause the palms on my hands absorb the solar rays And engulf the Earth and flame the last days I might roll molecular specs the next phase The evolution- Has a hybrid human or effusion Muscle-ma** balloon iron glaze Armor skin black ebony blend- slang phrase Transform my braids to razor blades To hack off your mic hand blood splashes stage face is shock Crowds still suede hypnotically Policy- that of operative steed anonymous Infrared seeing silhouette where the problem is Throwing heads photograph Macked in the software Choreographed routines in cross air Bring rains to cool down the surface of the planet Anyone alive is left stranded [Hook] When the storm clouds swarm the sky (The storm clouds) swarm the sky [Verse 2] The next epic The next epic- much more than Battle of Olympus Diamond sift needle cutter record twelve inches Soldier of a new day- deep inside of trenches Heavy armed defense when murdering senseless I acquire powers still unique to theory Earthquakes break gaping holes in the realties My love was a nine headed Hydra In Hillman disguise it k**ed me inside Well waiting for the real queen I'm out of feeling unemotional- sober view Greek god Apollo- flesh vessel Has-Lo Mind elevation be the message in a bottle And breaks through our green and blue sphere through the cosmos Through the galaxy and the nebulas Set to busting thieves cut atoms ever touch (touch) [Hook] [Verse 3] And forty days a mountain range began to raise Erosion reanimated Earth under waves So real by comparison I lay fell my cinema Salt in the floods corrodes the inner crust And the outer crust flushed in the volcanic ash We went hail that pa**ed through your nasal like coke dust The lack of oxygen a give a slow rush Lightning strikes trees with the speed of king cobras Struggling to get a breath of air but it chokes us Search for a sun in the sky with no luck Smelling rancid plants and fruit gag ‘till you throw up I slide off like my tectonic plates touch Something very delicate- when you oppose I call sharp pens I wouldn't pose ‘till I failing with Froze your whole frame and here's to the scenery Fatal blows are dealt quite frequently