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[i]Who?[/i] Archrealm aka aka Realmblazer - one half of Reagun (other member is The Gunsen).
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Song Info
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 4:47
Lyrics
One, two, three, four.
Verse 1:
As I walk nonchalantly as a shadow in the Valley of Death…/
I shall fear no evil….. because motherfucker, Evil is myself/
Spit and foam all you want, you ain’t wetting me,
I’m the spirit of seven continents and seven seas,
Hijacking your train of thought just to wreck MCs/
I’m the successor of the sun and moon as the earth’s third luminal/
I leave you and your crew out of pocket like adolescent marsupials/
From sunrise to sunset,
I bring you war like Aztecs, Olmecs, and Toltecs/
And finish with exploding objects courtesy the Manhattan Project/
I’m the ultimate Master of the insurmountable perfect style,/
My cursed verses are interspersed n merged with the-X-files/
Documenting projectiles smashing fools ten miles into textiles/
And further turn you into an vile, senile exile/
You’ll the first to be personally asking me to murder thee mercifully/
With great courtesy, cause I’m the lyrical mercenary you yearn to be/
I lurk in a dimly lit cavern preying upon the taciturn
Making faggets-squirm when like Caribbean farmers I slash-and-burn/
Inside me dwells a little fellow who bellows chords of hell
My mind manipulates matter whenever the force is felt...
I give the earth seismic-writhings... whenever writing
Behold the tyrant.... psycho-styled like M. Bison!
I increase gravity, pulling stars-in for global bombing/
Couldn’t bring right beef if you bought all stocks in pastoral farming/
Before crossing swords with the force of an immortal sparring/
Be aware I blow minds to the point I leave brain coral-charring
So start fast oral arming,
Before your fam’s sore-n-sobbing,/
Wondering where in the world you are like Sandiego comma-Carmen..../
Yeah... Sandiego comma Carmen...
Yeah.. Yeah....
Chorus:
While other cats be tired, I’m like a tiger on the beat....
Or like vikings on a siege..... striking on a beach.....
Art is hell... The Harsh Realm Of Archrealm!
Alarm Bells Mark the Presence of Arch’s spells/
While you full of hot air, my saliva brings the heat....
Like snipers in the eaves... the cypher will be breached.
Art is hell... The Harsh Realm Of Archrealm!
Alarm Bells Mark the Presence of Arch’s spells/ (104)
Verse 2:
Fuck white or black, I be a descendant of the alien Greys
Preying upon the human race, invading this planet’s airspace
Your life is lost down spirals of hell’s staircase
In the deep dark, where demons assume queer shapes
My claws juggle the jaws of poor strugglers
Horrorcore guzzler, wielding swords of swashbucklers
Shuttle the... pagans to doom, with torque; shocking-ya/
Run you down in apache country like horse smugglers
The simulated stimulus turns you into a sickly stigmata…,/
And cracks nails in your wrists so you’ll emulate Christ as a martyr/
So bring your fagget-queer cavalier wrapped in battle gear,/
Even if they saddle-steers flying in the atmosphere/
Circle me and attack-the-square, I still make you stand-and-fear/
Slap your ears, slash your back-with-shears, strangle peers,/
Give you a pap-smear with a large lance-or-spear til you crack-a-tear/
Tie you to the back of your HORSE and tell you get your ASS outta-here”!/
OR to be more eloquent with the violence…
Tell you make like a drunken trucker smoking a large sized-spliff
And “back that thing up” off a high cliff.../
How will you fight he who holds the Sword of Power from Castle Grayskull?/
How will you contend with that descended from fallen angels/
That mixed with mankind creating scores-of-powerful-giants?/
I dance on your grave celebrating 24-hours-of-violence/
You and God best make a sound-alliance,
Cause when I chant this song of science,
It is not unlike that sonic trap sprung by Sirens/
No alliance, even if your “dog” was Cerberus the hound-of-highest/
I level the playing field by bombing your homeland into mounds-of-islands/
Like Japan… meaning I make you flatscan by dropping Fat Mans…
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