Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Storm, artist - Cut Chemist. Album song The Audience's Listening (DMD Album), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.07.2006
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Storm |
| It’s crazy in here |
| We take you now to the satellite |
| You want action, storm the studio |
| (Hit the Studio) |
| Crush, kill, mutilate, spill |
| Blood, thud, the limp body is a thug |
| Flood scarlet, protoplasmic cells, flow, slow |
| With no halo, dragon in hell |
| Stay low key, praise, elohims |
| Melodies, play hellish strength, M-O-G |
| I see radios through the M-I-C when I speak to ya |
| When I cease, When I leave, through the exit |
| The question is can I be, Smoother |
| Choose you manoeuvre to Buddah |
| Be beautiful sooner first |
| Get in tune with the Universe |
| Versatility add activity (?) |
| Captivity, energy through seafood |
| Gotta be the prelude to what we do kid |
| My blueprint makes you rent tuxedo’s |
| Taggin' & raggin' & baggin', zig-zaggin' |
| And back in the diagonal crush of bun b-lo |
| Trust me though, you fuckin' with the lux regal |
| What mud evil can clutch the untouched eagle? |
| See you at the summit, you plummet more |
| While I soar through the unexplored |
| Toured where the sun goes warm |
| Paramour, I perform through a storm |
| My radioactive uniform leaves you deformed |
| Unify man, woman and little guy |
| Visualize, I can design rhymes that symbolize |
| Rhymes that intertwine with time lines for 99 lifetimes |
| That unwind to find the minds of mankind to shine |
| Define simile |
| Simulate the template of the best made verse |
| Innuate to emulate words |
| Don’t denigrate the trade, create birth |
| The unification of race as that verse was clashin' |
| Oppression in murderous fashion |
| Bread new plants, virtuous craftsmen |
| The seamen’s in the sand, you see 'em from the air |
| Fu Manchu pants had a verbal assassin |
| I settle all things through a megaphone |
| I spit transmit land split sanchez |
| Another grip by lif, thats M-R to the L-I |
| Leave niggaas near far for rippin' tongues soft |
| Searchin' for the center of ya frame, just copy |
| Got no blood, your arteries left soft |
| Hot of the presses, yeses, the EPs’ll bless us |
| Strifes and stresses, various points infiltrate us |
| Laps collapse cells within the cause of contrast |
| First, worst, anything reacts for tracks |
| All your personal facts 'till ya backtrack |
| And guess your illiterate who gets stomped and laughed at |
| So primitive, (?) a figurative |
| Phrase from back in the days I use to the little kids |
| Amplest mental midgets, with ten digits |
| Opposable thumb don’t mean you can get dumb |
| Officially its only my mind that limits me |
| And lately I’ve been havin' visions of infinity |
| On the horizon, I’m a prizin' when my tales be survivin' |
| With me sur-rhymin', some murderers were left silent |
| Those who spoke choked on hope, threw up |
| So much pressure in their cell 'till their dome blew up |
| I’m helpin' the hell boy, the piles compose my frame |
| And they’ll even diss a pain through range |
| Train the ladder, my flows compose the louder |
| For you to ripple down 'till you hit the ground |
| Check my synopsis, ripped by cyclops’s |
| Autopsy deemed trite trite from lobby’s |
| Sloppy in some cases, your flow fold by four places |
| Mold to the globe’s oasis |
| History’s a myth to me, the current is electricity |
| An ankle that’ll start and dangle there |
| Physically swivel maybe talk to T La Rock |
| So give up and put down the Mic |
| And admit that you’re soft and get DONE |