Guerrilla Alliance - Ordo Ab Chao lyrics
rate me(Macabean)
Bitch Emcees decrease in mind mass while Newspeak
has been given,
Over 2 decades this prison planet has transcended to
solipsism,
A feeling in a New World of defection and reformation,
Remove the suffix, and that's the type of sh** that I
rip out of Masons,
So many factions of pessimism, magnetism towards fools,
You got the Rich and Blind leave the broke and blind
with Snake tools,
You got the overly egotistical that claim that they spit
wicked,
You gotta fake hip hop embodiments fanboying their ticket,
Plus you got the vets that's suppose to teach, but rather damage,
Because their career is on life support and real spitters take advantage,
Their subject matter is duplicated on spot,
Yet they wave their white flag and say we’re all under hip hop,
But they ain't hip hop, they soulless prostitutes that got lucky,
The legacy of dick-sucking made their sound disgusting and ugly,
Which starts the fusion of belligerence in renegade rhymers,
Like GA and Rip the Jacker leaves these punks on a timer,
The project is at war, but these hardrocks make me laugh,
Be a part of the inevitable internment for years got them gassed,
When I tell the homies the problems beyond their point of view,
Since we've been curse, since the propaganda is news,
And men and women divorced reality, embracing TRACEbook,
Become AI Manchurian Candidates, life got 'em shook,
They rather dream as winners, than to live life as Cowards,
Yet their void of emptiness is Cancerous and deviors,
My mind state touches both worlds of Griminess and Hope,
Vicking with Microphone dogfights thoughts numbmer than coke,
These cats can worship idols like Zionist Canaanites,
I grab Eli's machete, snuffing mics around in the pin fight,
Colder than teribium weapons in a martian wasteland,
A mass effect of war and violence that inhabits this land,
They attack free thought as the spiritual world is in ruins,
Ordo Ab Chao, They can't strike the righteous we're moving!
Chorus:
Total chaos!
The lip is sealed in the battlefield.
Total chaos!
Everyone going out…
Total chaos!
So, so don’t start it!
Total chaos!
So don’t start it!
Tear the roof off!
(Vega X)
There’s no dissing the single, with a formula of PXR, Tone Spliff, Rip and Domingo,
This is for my home town hero hater clone enemies,
Get disposed in my vocal energy, go choke on your own jealousy.
There’s no testing me, you broke petty geeks,
I palm heaters, rip mics until my palms bleeding,
Drop schemes that leave your squad ethered,
These parasites can’t tear the mic, me and Mac snipe 'em with a PAIR-A-SIGHTS,
The mind power to rhyme for hours,
But no time to argue about hip hop with spineless cowards,
It's VX and the misanthropistic Canibus,
The conspiracy we speak of clearer deeper,
They can't touch these bars Bis,
When Germaine explains his rage, i relate to the same struggle as an Artist,
Guerrilla Alliance, PXR combine spit science
No liar can decipher this empire.
I flow frequently, so my seven choppers stay above the illuminati's low frenquency.
Exposing the meetings they hold in secrecy,
We got props from the legend for dropping the message,
I guess that's why they all got envious,
Everything is connected, what you put out you get back,
So don’t be surprise in your after life set back!
Fists shatter your iris, tactical violence,
My notebooks quoted the math from the Mayans,
My raps spell the 2012 galactic alignment!
Chorus:
Total chaos!
The lip is sealed in the battlefield.
Total chaos!
Everyone going out…
Total chaos!
So, so don’t start it!
Total chaos!
So don’t start it!
Tear the roof off!
(Canibus)
In America hearts and minds start to backslide,
In the sorcery, now we're bein attacked from all sides,
How tall is a guy, taller than satellite eyes,
In the sky printed high resolution, Stand-by.
F**king with this rap sh**, insurance policies must be active,
Especially if your spouse is unattractive,
Stop, their's no such thing as writer's block,
Look at these motherf**king biters going pop,
You sound like somebody else, I say stop,
You'll be Dead by Design by the time the album drops,
You spend all this time trying to put the album out,
And nobody gives a f**k what the album is about.
Do you?
Don't you dare answer me with your mouth,
If hip-hop was my house, why I gotta get out!?
I’ve been out, from stone to scroll, from drumbeat to flow,
Your money machine jumbles, my rifle unfolds.
Storys untold, as if the Hindenburg omen would only affect one soul on this globe,
It cannot be taken, it must be given or bestowal,
Radio Free style go, rip shows!
If the heart desires nothing you will not experience suffering,
The crying, the cussing, the red eyes, the rubbing,
You are not in control, you are just a puppet, or Muppet,
Which was it? yes let’s change the subject!
Motion expanse rip through pants, drop kicking niggas trying to take motorcycle trips through france,
Siberian werewolf, drinking Smifnoff,
Listening to Peter Tosh, vampire don't you dare talk,
Day walk, Daytime talkshow host stomp ants in the dark,
Large fangs must be snipe for heart,
Kirk Jones sitting in the court, try to gather his thoughts,
He battled niggas in the tunnel in New York, I saw it!
I was there, I applaud it, It was 4:34 in the morning,
I just witnessed history, I was yawning,
I was tired of performing, inspired by the hip-hop audience,
The Ehlo-Elo talks to us, CAN-I-BUS,
Mixing and leading, the Writing and reading,
all knowledge is increasing, the unknown is receeding,
The Earth is dimming with light and screaming on the mic,
Real Emcees to my left, Dope Producers to my Right!
Thanks to catalyst100 for correcting these lyrics
