Released on March 29, 2011

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[Verse 1]

When the storm clouds roll in and sunlight fades

Cause the palms of my hands absorb the solar rays

To engulf the Earth and flame the last days

A micro molecular spec's the next phase

To evolution- Has, i'm hybrid humanoid fusion

Muscle mass balloon iron glazed

Armor skin slash ebony blend, slang phrase

Transform my braids to razor blades

To hack off your mic hand, blood splash your stage

Faces shocked, Crowd still swayed hypnotically

Policy, that of operative stee' anonymous

Infrared seein silhouette where the problem is

Through enhanced photograph mapped in the software

Choreographed routines across air

Bring rains to cool down the surface of the planet

Anyone alive is left stranded


[Hook]

When the storm clouds swarm the sky

(The storm clouds) swarm the sky


[Verse 2]

The next epic

The next epic - much more than Battle of Olympus

Diamond tipped needle cut a record twelve inches

Soldier of a new day- deep inside of trenches

Heavy armed defense when murder is senseless

I acquire powers still unique to theory

Earthquakes break gaping holes in your realties

My love was a nine headed Hydra In Human disguise

It killed me inside, still waiting for the real queen

I’m now unfeeling unemotional, sober view

Greek god Apollo, flesh vessel Has-Lo

Mind elevation be the message in a bottle

And breaks through our green and blue sphere through the cosmos

Through the galaxy and the nebulas

Set to bust if these cut atoms ever touch


[Hook]

When the storm clouds swarm the sky

(The storm clouds) swarm the sky


[Verse 3]

In forty days a mountain range began to raise

Erosion reanimated Earth under waves

Surreal by comparison to late film or cinema

Salt in the floods corrodes the inner crust

And the outer crust flushed in the volcanic ash

You inhale, it pass through your nasal like coke dust

The lack of oxygen’ll give a slow rush

Lightning strikes trees with the speed of king cobras

Struggling to get a breath of air but it chokes us

Search for a sun in the sky with no luck

Smell the rancid plants and fruit, gag ‘til you throw up

I slide off like when tectonic plates touch

Something very delicate, when you oppose

I carve sharp ends on wooden poles to impale him with

You froze; your whole frame adheres to the scenery

Fatal blows are dealt quite frequently