Black Clouds

By Bad Karma

On Wild Fire

Released on December 25, 2003

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[Verse 1: Tabs (AKA Taboo)]

You was convinced by

Some distortion to sell your soul for quick fortune

Marching on your grave gave a new meaning to crypt/Crip-walking

Why you so surprised? Your eyes saw the live wars. You should have been out

Now there’s a foot in your mouth besides yours. You’re on some

Clown rhyme and thought you found your hero ‘til I power-bombed

You off cloud nine down to the ground zero. Now we

Down to Earth where you found your worth in a mound of dirt

Where archangels sound thousands of trumpets to announce my birth

Sworn a Bible page was written in the final days

That my primal rage will manifest into a tidal wave

That consumes the Earth in such a vital stage, stomping

Monstrous potholes in the roads my rivals pave, so take

Cover when we taking over. My thoughts

Are brilliant masterpieces, yours are dogs playing poker. Tried

Stay sober, but the days are colder, plus slaying

Ogres for the sacred culture gave me ulcers

The defiant author with a violent aura spitting

Towards the sky to rain firewater on a tyrant’s order

Survive the torture of the lies they taught ya, it nullifies

The slaughters witnessed through the eyes of wives and daughters, so

Step in the rec room or witness the Neptunes

Meet they death soon from a neck wound. Born with the demon

Semen to infect wombs, and if you heathens seize

My breathing, I’m resurrected by the next moon


[Verse 2: Coal (AKA Coal Cash)]

I feel this

Stasis, spaceless, placed, encased in a

Faceless matrix, placed bricks, chase the hatred

Shift shape to weightless to float on makeshift

Morals of fakeness. How much longer can I take this?

‘Bout a hundred paces from a false oasis

Mouthful of sand to understand the lies tasted

Kind of like the truth, but the proof is in the basics

Finally made a noose from the roots of all that’s racist

Tie me to the roof, let the youth see my last moments

Try and be like Christ and love the life of my opponents

I am not that nice—sacrifice? I can’t condone it

Me? I’d rather fight and put a knife through all you rodents

No condolence, lethal components in my mainframe

My brothers feel the same—believe me, we share the same brain

Tugging at my chains, but the pain is hard to maintain

Struggling just the same ‘cause my mane’ll never be tamed

Man, I wish it rained and drained the Heavens of its essence

To soak the adolescence with the proof of God’s presence

I’m more than just a peasant in the present state of being. I’m seeing

The whole picture, the moments we have are fleeting

Reading the Holy Scripture, finding meaning in the mixture

When you sell your soul, I see where that snake bit ya

Get the picture? That shoe fits ya. Switch position

Armageddon starts with the death of real Christians


[Verse 3: Raze]

I catch the petals of a wilting rose falling

I bet you tremble when you feel my dome forming

Thoughts in parables and magic truths, peace amongst all enemies

An actual storm, I swarm y’all mentally

Fuck, I had too many trees. I see all ten of me

In my hometown, let the flow down—that seems to be the remedy

But in fantasyland, I’m invisible on a carpet of celebrities

You’re pitiful, I’m a Martian that’s way beyond my centuries

Every time I try, I got the Devil chasing me, tempting me

Enemies surrounding my perimeter. Feel like I’m in front of a balcony, speaking through surround-sound cinema

It’s time to clean the system like downing bottles of vinegar

I’m telling you we bigger than anything in your dreams

Watch your back people deceitful, but we see through your schemes

Never shed our shit, or you’ll be shit out of luck up our stream

Staying underground, fuck your scene, fuck the green paper

My team exceeds when we breathing out the weed vapors

Unique flavors connected in the same Trinity

Brain infinity, the lame can never get to spit with me

Never get rid of me, I’m here ‘til the message is told

Gotta stop all your gimmicks ‘cause it’s dead and it’s old

Blessing the flow, Heaven echoes out my voice-box

Crush you bastards so that wack trash rap noise stops