Nuclear Hip‐Hop Songtext
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Unorthodox, out of proportion
Slop, Nuclear Hip-Hop
Tell the feds I′ma hidden underground warhead
And when we go to Armageddon, I'll leave more dead
You can′t kill what's killed, innocent ain't guilt
I feel like pissin′ in your bed on that American quilt
Keep my head at the tilt, till this knowledge is spilt
The kids still can′t believe these pyramids I built
How Niagara Falls, what time death calls
I shoot the gift and I'm still like a myth to y′all

Pitfall, get on your knees and crawl
Through the leaves, as steady, as he goes
Y'all ain′t ready for these flows
Graphic, 3-D-O's lyrically CD′s pose
With the flash out your nose, like some fresh kilos
I devour, your energy field, like powder
Meteor shower slayin', decayin' media power


I fly in, in the decade of decadence
My presence be evacuatin′ the president′s residence
They never seen evidence of somethin' like this
Ever since the Big Bang Theory
And that′s just a theory, hear me

Fallout shelters, and the heat swelters
Main book me a flight on Delta (you's a flight outta′ town)
I see the plan clearer than a Zima
They got the CIA, the NSA, FBI, and FEMA
Darsika you and the baby stay with Cheryl
While I find an underground spot, I know of several

I'm comin′ of age, and my special powers are showin'
Babylonian towers is blowin' away in the wind
I cleanse like showers, the sins from men
They bugged every one of my kin, I′m not sure what′s happenin'

Nuclear Hip-Hop, non-stop (non-stop)
Non-stop, non-stop (we continue to rock unorthodox)
Nuclear Hip-Hop, non-stop (non-stop)
Non-stop, non-stop (we continue to rock unorthodox)


They sayin′ that the rhymes that I write is, unforgettable
And the styles I bust, is too mysteriously luxurious and luscious
Like shots to the vein, the high rushes
Straight to your brain, your focus is in my clutches
Much as you pretend somethin' such as your end
Won′t happen for a while, you are livin' in denial

You were born, from liberated moms abscorn
My family′s torn, I'm the third eye of this Hip-Hop storm
In my energy field, phony men'll be killed
Some of my files top secret, with the government seal
Now they on us, ′cause they want us, to be goners
This is the time (who), who is the warner?
We been preparing our techs in the van
And Rampage is steering, let′s make this jam
Doing backwards changes moods on the land

My land survives plans like a stand
Nuclear like 1945 in Japan
I foreign aid my conflicts with porn raids
When my snoring days were roaring like soaring grenades
My average plot, took me to established spots
Ravage docks, take control like Tavey Stocks

Just mind control torque aight
Wanna break with contacts, with mental cord, jackin' four right
I′ll make you cough more
With long term effects just like the Gulf War
Not purse Benon, but I sensed the charge
For war in the east, when I lynched the guards
Teams flips, money's king, assassination teams was clean
Like Yitzhak Rabin

Regime caps, Korean gaps, was freein′ blacks
A way out, had me seein' traps

Yea, so I came in the forms of migraines
And torn by brain fly crane style, I drain Habec pals
Poppin′ all senile, with these, for being foul
Man enough to carry cuffs, man enough to stand trial
You feel, guilty by association
When I capture your mind, then the rest'll motivate ya
My brain, is a weapon strong enough to hold a nation
While balancin', galaxies and planets

You can′t understand it, while you out in seas stranded
Visualize, infinite, individual eyes
When they realize the way we make the spiritual rise (rise)

Nuclear Hip-Hop, non-stop
Non-stop, we continue to rock unorthodox (non-stop, non-stop, non-stop)
Nuclear Hip-Hop, non-stop
Non-stop, we continue to rock unorthodox (non-stop, non-stop, non-stop)
Nuclear Hip-Hop, non-stop
Non-stop, we continue to rock unorthodox (non-stop, non-stop, non-stop)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah