Mortar - Shield Your Fearful Eyes lyrics

Clandestien, Mortar Martyr, sh**! [Verse 1: Mortar] Mortar's North Pole, ice cold, no summer We could clash on a track like Joe Strummer Beat construction plus my rhymin' Combine to create a stunner like weird science I hold no compliance with laws of gravity Sky riding Armageddon, four horseman cavalry The batter be, the shattered space time continuum Crash cruise like Top Gun, tom cats spinning in My vortex perplex your head with paradimes Flex and Collapse your reality when I write The totality of your failures greater Than the expanse of Jupiter's Equator My impact that of a comet causing craters That creates ice ages Via Darth Slayers Make way for downward empires decline The dragons arrived Capitulate your face Clandestien! [Verse 2: Tomahawk] That ain't an angel choir They're gothic women singing amidst the screams of pain and raging fires I hear their piercing cries Even the evil and fierce have to shield their fearful eyes Horror click down a point, five millimetre Eleven plus March Forth, like k**ing Ceaser Do the math To equal punchlines unequalled I got the formula that you don't have Must I add, I'm mad at using a heavenly sword Your days are numbered human, bad division With Religion We subtract your promos, that sums up your useless raps Do the math Head stay calculating Red stained rapper rating Let's play Planet taking I got this! Vent pain, gravitating Air play, panic painting End game, baddies waiting Syllabolix! [Verse 3: FlashOne] Who is this you wonder Lightning and thunder In the form of a man who plans to pillage and plunder Your running on empty in the belly of a python That fuel for your desire through my dick you can siphon No birth, just spontaneous creation I arose from the dirt of the earth via Satan You wanna taste it, nah son just face it My basics of greatness is laced with hatred Brooding raps brought to life from a witch doctor With a two finger jab straight through your sick sculpture There's no stopping this so bring the mother-f**ing apocalypse Barbed wire down your throat through a hose to your oesophagus Your mission is bleak, I'm bombarding the weak And starting to speak, a disastrous feat You ba*tards will flee, when I march on your street The hardest Emcee rocking arsonist heat