Guard The Fort - Chali 2na, Krafty Kuts, Lyrics Born

...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...

You thought I was gone but I'm back

Begin to (count the) elements way beyond rap

I'm in to take first watch and I'm strapped

[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]

The swords are drawn and odds are stacked

And we clash the impacts a thunderous clap

Calm demeanor

Even though we are under attack

[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]

The darker the shade the sharper the blade

Start the parade, spark a grenade

And walking invade

My carcass is displays the marks of a slave

Dark days the carpet is laid for the prophets of rage

Patrol the area, narrow-gazed and clench fists

Breaking down barriers barricades and fences

Perimeter secure, the verse rhyming commences

Against the (end) fuel the first line of defense is

Me

I'm in weapon mode this episode

(New in the rip in the) old ethics and yes it shows

If you neglected the principles methods and the goals

May your pores close and you swell up until your flesh explodes

Phenomenal dropping (the pocket flows)

(Creeping) the stoppable I keep it rocking until the shop is closed

And whether physical audio or optical

The impact of the four guardians got the drop on you

You thought I was gone but I'm back

Begin to (count the) elements way beyond rap

I'm in to take first watch and I'm strapped

[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]

The swords are drawn and odds are stacked

And we clash the impacts a thunderous clap

Calm demeanor

Even though we go under attack

[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]

Last samurai named Shimmerer has arrived with a fat sack of lie

(arrogara and a bye) uh-uh

I don't fraternize with the rank-and-file

Ever drop a gasp for a General such as myself

That's sabotage!

If it smokes it (ropes) befitting of my title

In Rome the (emperor) a metaphor

The monarch a pop art

My cavalry of better men traveling west

My family quest displayed prominently flapping in the wind

I lead an Armada overseas (or for God or) than believe

In one mantra;

peace, love, and honor

Ten thousand katanas separate your spinal (column)

From your teeth to your medulla oblongata and your wallet

Recording ten albums all off of performance enhancers

Therefore all my records have an asterisk(*)

Lyrics born swing a scimitar like a savage

Take an arm, take a leg, take a knee-like cap (in there)

[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]

You thought I was gone but I'm back

Begin to (count the) elements way beyond rap

I'm in to take first watch and I'm strapped

[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]

The swords are drawn and odds are stacked

And we clash the impacts a thunderous clap

Calm demeanor

Even though we go under attack

[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]

Blast arm all cylinders cast off all doubt, calling all villagers

Your my women like come Atilla this

Come out these males dragons just slithering

Flying in the image of talent-less ignorance

Spasms with a sense of fashion that's feminine

Nothing sounds genuine mumbling and mimicking

In the jagged rhythm inject a little skill in them

And keep on killing them until that feeling inside's back

Though it seems overwhelming don't get sidetracked

Find that timeless energy and side blast

We'll be here forever while they (pave) the way time passes

Little lizard ass slithering critters, Cast

Spells on these beasts like the lyrical wizard I am

'Til we defeat in hiphop-zill again

I will stand hold my fort and guard the fort till the end