Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind - Tug of War lyrics

[Hook x 4] And I get busy over unknown tracks [Verse 1: Arch Leon] Adjust of us, to attacks the crowd The simple fly, plus arrows, I rush the format If four blind shots to ya verbs and pronouns These herbs'll slow down, with terms to sicken a guitar Dip live and you just the point to ball For sharp lines, make keen, the blast to catch phrase Overdrawn by the crowds who strikes amaze Never float like me, and oddly never lose a few So bear wits, to appreciate verse such as that Initiate words to come back, over tight Nah, I'm different from these war heads More treds on my adjective's Allow full side steps, to deflect your ships Then he make a true vowels, with volume, see I'll Prospect tunnel, for me and Asan, Ikon We rock broad neck, funnels to collect The drips and moss, giving y'all friends and serves No conundrum to our attribute of five foot And the least to serve, with over stridal shoots Indeed and they relax in conforts They need to form and parse words, to lose any casual sense Of well being, yo lay back, grows ya depths [Verse 2: Ikon] As the beings, squads find it hard to establish A working rhythm, my esoteric mysticism makes me a mathematician Like Apollonius, phony as any who receive lobotomies Get caught in my trap, canopy of unhappy rhapsodies Fragments are stagnant, we work with ultramagnets My reverberation, crush men to micro fragments I gets physical in the forest of absolute malnutrition My complex disposition, forces crews into submission Beginnings on one six two, switches through to witch's brew On which is true, or which is you Isolation, plus, a reflux, I see buck Who get the equilibrium shattered, or crushed to bits I throw fits, and take trips to other dimensions My henchmen will bend them and get attention As I destroy decoys and make noise My b-boys will be employed, to deploy like the falling of Troy Fell into the soul, control, what is concealed If a void is not filled, my suicidal thoughts become real