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(feat. The Parralax)[Intro: Leviathan]Ah, West Coast, ah, the renaissanceIts the renaissance, strangers wit candyLeviathan, Warcloud, Mantra, wordIts the renaissance yall[Hook x4: Leviathan]Those who were blessed in the garmentShall be, shall be not reincarnated[Leviathan:]Yo its the dynamo, body blow specialist, here to twist wristsKidnap ya life, take a hike and dont forget thisBroke, you bout to learn, hip hops not always businessCuz underground authentic linguistics, represent shipsThat launch missiles at "Wannabeez" under seasVictorious, P.A.C., crossbreedsWho dont have a clue, stop rhymin like youre brand newParallax, we see right through, nobodys foolUnglue, youre moleculesll send you back togetherIm Leviathan, lickin shots wit the stranglerWe cliffhangers, unit bangersEcho no Asian honey lemon, will throw drop full of natureThe revolution wont platinumized and televisedWe third dimension strangers here for you to analyzeIn this wilderness, of America-ca-caWe carry heads and roll them back to bury the suckaCuz he deadly palm, shatter your dome and scatter your bonesYou hear the tone dialin you out, its combat zone[Chorus x2: Mantra]Poison blood from the bay of pigs, catcher in the ryeWalkin dogs to West Asia, kept them in a bindRetreat to the sea cliff, strength versus weaknessPeople of the world, let my particles unite[Warcloud:]Aiyo, let the dead bury their dead, the wasteful sonYou caught em wit a bucket of blood, down in DamascusEighty eight back flips, stack chips and writeThough eye is the organ of sight, I cracked it twiceTripped to oblivious, slaughter you in the rutWhile you worship what you know not what, your crews snuffI battle til my brain shuts off, the streets left youA strange man kept you, he crept through a can of beansBone dust suffer, rap protein foreverAnd eat to reality, gun you down in a tragedySomethin from the nightmare realm, abnormalitySnap your rib cage out your back, dont call the WarcloudRed, white and blue werewolf, wit sleep techniqueBop you on your head hard, wit the last baseballAutographed by Babe Ruth, devils better respect GodPerplex odd, quote that was Para mention you, injure youHeavy old sword, that warm body will smother youJockeys in the rain, we rob you in living luxuryThem poison Adam eaters, come and try to defeat usThe famous old story of the Ace and his three kingsIn the Parallax, Ill chop you all up in to stacksFlap jack back, they froze a fifty two pickupCrunchy shots burst the slump, wit bloody hick-upsBattleground sound, Warcloud the dirty planterWu-Tang soldiers will buzz saw on you wit recordsPassword crept it, perplexed it by rap embargoIts like cotton doll, bird feathers and marblesMineral bats, sharp water, save yourself, buckersYou can never buck us, I want you to try and touch us[Chorus x2][Mantra:]The stigma of a flower, pistol in a hair pieceA static symbol of a mind, that impeachThe legacy on the mound, he was known as Saint TropezStruck men out for the effect of oppressive agesUnstable cages, radicalsll rush us in the classroomThey shoot off in the black boy jungleMisty serenades, the bogartsll cookPendulum foot, I was in, he didnt lookWhen Mantra broke out the window, bird became cuckooFlew over sea-saw, chiefs who come to greeet youVillages concealed in the sounds of the vulturesCrashed on the streets, where my kids gotta eatLady vinegar, momma let the heart spillArmor shade bias, catch your high tide crescentsRan from Allah, free cypher for self banishmentSun spot, rise of the apricot, catchTwelve trot, understanding hell of happinessSomebody told me that the Parallax were hereLeft hands are diced, then writin on Sheik punishmentCatcher in my name is in the straw hoods of SaigonNation of water comes down from hot placesHard for critics to rate this, solid basementMechanize a thought when I walk, gather a witnessRecordin yall shit, whether peoples faces changeLike a scent on the brain, family portrait was hungA livin myth was taken, tunnel to be drivenAnd subterranean vessels, carry the sleepin conscienceTook a train to market, get your hands out my pockets[Bridge x3: Leviathan]Aiyo, yo, reincarnated M.C.sAgree or disagree the style is restin in peace[Leviathan:]Because...[Hook x2][Outro: Leviathan]Not reincarnated, hah, word, not reincarnated[ The Renaissance Lyrics ]

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