Hook:
Who's the illest of the illest that you're feeling now? (Cloud)
Who's the emcee that'll make you touch the ceiling now? (Cloud)
Tell the truth homie, spit it out, really now (Cloud)
RedCloud homie, that's my name, don't wear it out

No retreat, no surrender, enter now
Better render now
Baritone, soprano, tenor, tear 'em down
Beat drops, orchestra pits in silence
Flying violins and instruments are flung in violence
Homage paid in full, the highest, hybrid, iris triple stage
Mimic visions, minus blade in kitchens made of nickelplate
Little late for crying or your teary eyes and trickled face
Sit outside and ventilate, tranquelize and marinate
It's like raining in the middle of May
In a way it's simple and plain as minimum wage
It's rhythm and percussion, bumrush the blitzkrieg
Given a concussion, can't crush the big league

Hook

Come on bro, let it roll, let it cover the globe
Then frozen over the world, behold the climate is cold
Beaten till black and blue with the King James Bible
I'll be smacking you, all of the wack in you
Flapping my wings like the fire-spitting dragons do
A mile a minute as I'm digging in jurassic soup
Come on bro, let it roll, let's imagine the view
And as the units move I'm screaming "Judas who?"
Now whatcha gonna do?
Stand firm as a pillar
Never deliver the Healer for 30 pieces of silver
Rhythm and percussion, bumrush the blitzkrieg
Given a concussion, can't crush the big league

Hook

From the depths of the sea, back on the block
RedCloudy Cloud Cloud and sir sir sirROC
Went solo cause that's all that I could do
Except for spitting on this spear and drive it straight through your crew
Freestyling like a madman veteran, I know it
The way I rip it easily like Matrix Reloaded
Unloaded the heavy refrigerator and table
And I was able to connect it from the mic to the cable
Up up down down left right left right
B A select start, we play the best part
Rhythm and percussion, bumrush the blitzkrieg
Given a concussion, can't crush the big league