[Lyric] Warlords (Snowgoons)

[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, kill pilot in cockpit
UG
Superhero
Trained different
Jog with cars tied to my back, my frame different
My brain different, move objects with it
Gun cocked 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 gasses
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: IDE (Creative Juices)]
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, whores 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 killer epilogue, switch the fist up
Chucked between the four trips of Clash of the Titans
With both cannons drawn on shitty paper
The world burn with no chaser, human eraser
Ego deflated bitch[?] faction and tailor made
I walk planks rocking a pair of God's shades
Taking the day of my death, 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 fuck 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 bitches 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 suckers 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 bitches
I toss soldiers like kids playing with action figures
Get shot in the face with rapping lyrics