U.G. (Cella Dwellas) - Warlords lyrics

[Verse One: U.G.] Yo Avatar, battle scars connect with the Tree Of Souls Let out roar and destroy vehicles I kick tanks Swallow rockets Swat helicopters, k** pilot in co*kpit UG Superhero Trained different Jog with cars tied to my back, my frame different My brain different, move objects with it Gun co*ked back, blow your brain out of your fitted You gotta be kidding, your body be missing Cut in fragments Harrenhal, I land on your lawn I ride dragons Slash men with blades, slice through armor Monster, technique Shaolin vs Lama Conqueror, we on to, the next planet Cause panic, cause damage, vanish Into this air, body burst to ga**es Cyclops, spit flames you turn to ashes [Hook] I can see them coming from afar but you can tell They ain't ready for war Stepping over these bodies stuck on shelves They ain't ready for war They don't know that we about to give them hell They ain't ready for war Guts They ain't ready for war Glory They ain't ready for war Victory Wondering how the kingdom fell They ain't ready for war Revolution up-rise and then rebel They ain't ready for war They don't know we about to give them hell They ain't ready for war Guts They ain't ready for war Glory They ain't ready for war Victory [Verse Two: ?] Rough with stamina Drop the Tropicana propaganda The camera caught it but can't record this Off the decibel charts Wrestle with sharks Rhymes are prologs is Costco impossible Pop the skull when it drop then I pop the bull Hospital inpatient I'm impatient For our terms, stars burn like God armor Honor the godfather, the cause compartment Was bombarded by Irish car bombings The fourth prophet, it's off topic More 'botics I sport object that shot out more objects Rules of conscious broke down right, who*es to congress, hold out, no doubt Charles Bronson never sold out On the down low we rob like Dow Jones Out for calzones like Al Capone, I flip tones out control Bound the flow like [?] throw down the road Also wind your soul till it erodes until a cloud of smoke [Hook] [Verse Three: ?] Think I'm on fire grab the extinguisher Administer wi-fi sentence to shatter dreams Spirits lift to come drift us Sledge hammer bulging blisters on both hands Trick diagnostic to catalogue I smash the monologue Dialogue finish your k**er epilogue, switch the fist up Chucked between the four trips of Clash of the Titans With both cannons drawn on sh**ty paper The world burn with no chaser, human eraser Ego deflated b**h[?] faction and tailor made I walk planks rocking a pair of God's shades Taking the day of my d**h, carry my own chalk Investigative reports show that I never been bought My dirt is so squeaky clean Banging my head on padded walls is so crazy It needs to be soul smashing Intuition is lacking Now how the f** did you happen? Creative Juices, Snowgoons collab we took the planet of madness [Hook] [Verse Four:Alucard] I'ma kick this like when Gods on top of Mt. Olympus A lot of b**hes try to bond to find a common interest But I think that it's probably best that you should mind your business Cause you [?] can get stomped by a whole squad of ninjas I show you s**ers the wrath of God and I'm not religious Select the poem, just wanna be left alone, set the tone, stepping stone Creative Juices forever, others attempt to clone But even less is known Surviving wars with no rules, crush planets to four moons Dope tunes by Snowgoons, resurrected from old tombs No ammo left Show you the full strength of Nano Tech Wrap ten fingers around your narrow neck Till you can't breathe With ease And squeeze The flow of the Ganges, Rivers Smacking b**hes I toss soldiers like kids playing with action figures Get shot in the face with rapping lyrics