Dead Man And His Step Son Lyrics

Dead Man And His Step Son lyrics

[The Untouchables sampled]
Wait, oh yes, wait a minute Mr. Postman
Wait,
wait Mr. Postman
I think Mr. Postman looked at me
Woah yeah, you got a
letter in your bag for me
Please please Mr. Postman
Oh
yeah

[Scooby Doo sample]
Shaggy : Like what do we do now?
Fred   :
Well, there's no doubt in my mind that that hermit's the Creeper
Daphne :
Let's get back to the Mystery Machine and go for the Sheriff
Shaggy : Boy am
I glad we've see the last of that creeper
Scooby : Me too
Velma  : The
Creeper!
Shaggy : Zoiks! It's him!

[Intro: Warcloud]
Warcloud,
unique, yeah
Beat City, Verbal Warriors
Observe the coridoriors
Yo
yo

[Warcloud]
Unmarked graves, bow havens, jaw breaker
tycoons
Choke sleeper porsche from the land fields, my jam kills
Rusty
iron giant who razmadazz the world
Smash a champ soda, took his bike, left
him his girl
Candy her phalanges, we smuggle booze in the graveyard
Lust
vine of roses, I pop shots ferocious
And rewire your faulty brain circuitry
as a courtesy
If you cop the drop, emergency home surgery
From the
mandibles of a mechanical cannibal
A titanical, breumatical moseic
dismantled you
And snapped 3 million bare skeletons, creatures rotting
In
the museum I pot bodies of foreign bodies
Ultimate heavy cannon, seven ships
and seven hats
Victorious storm by rave 'barian followed by eleven
bats
Off to my room base, one of the moons of Pluto
Then back to blast
the city, sneaky Pete and black Bart
Six finger gym wine opener, the train
through the desert
On the horse with no name and heavy fame
Green hunting
hawk, hunting swan, atomic pesticides
I burst through your Great Wall of
China, you demoleculise
Grail jail crush at creepers (Yo)
A bribe and a
hand of trails, mystic at heart
They who enter, rapped their backstage is
'bout to get shown out out the window
Yo yo yo, expect to get shown out out
the window

[Chorus x2: Warlcloud]
Wall of jelly pool shark, welcome
to the light house
Pistol in bread box, one flew over cuckoo
Zombies
couped up in a cottage smokin' cigars
Pipe bomb at the Olympics, Stone
Roses

[Unique]
We be the undercover specimin, phenomonal, mind
expolosive
Bomb your land mark with a charge of nitrogliserin
convulsive
Resource for resources, those who contradict I speak
against
We attack with forces, the thunderous thunder storm
Me and my
swarm we way above the norm'
I snatch your mics so hard it'll dislocate your
arm
Y'all niggaz ain't knowin' about the 3-60 divine
Tragedy, the last
paragraph, get to the bottom line
Cat's minds that I build with, they be the
solid kind
Cuz they sparkin' my projects they be the same kind
Who dare
come amongst us and lend more jewels for battlin'
My nitrogliserin charge
leave your database shatterin' 
Regurgitate rhymes, speed on your head,
brain batterin'
Fantastic rap mic fabulous
Cipher niggas grab microphone,
spit hazardous
Resurrect the mental dead like Lazarus
Catch me up north
chillin' up in Club Cannabis
Me and Warlcoud knock your dome, rock you like
the Grand Canyon-ist
Cypher niggas flip the format in your manuscript
You
can't handle it, get smashed like the sandwiches

[Break: Warcloud]
We
flat house floozies, floozies
Get chased stayin' in the door house yo
Yo
yo yo yo yo

Chorus x2

[Warcloud]
I'm like a '57 Chevie
Christine, so pristine
On the candy apple sweet cream sixteen peep
My
raps in the form of runners of land creatures the colacan
Heavy heavy hollow
spined fish, the line was crisp
Deadly game show and behind tomb number
three
Is the imperial eating eyeball serial
Letters from a killer, I gulp
your brains down with Miller
Dark side tiller, I stab you in the chest wit' a
pillar
That collapse the Greek monument, Great Chief's conglomorate
Shadow
circle the hall with swords, bloody astonishment
Faces slide across walls,
off y'all so grand
We sent two groups, one the foot and one the
hand
Wu-Tang Clan, barbarians and iron samurai's
Whispered battle cries
that shatter skys and planets die
World eaters and y'all turn mics in the
cannister
Code of soldier janitor, horror flicks over the
bannister
Alleyway butcher, eight spirits that nurture
This rap's a dead
body of a sewage maintenance worker

Chours x2