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RedCloud - Battlestar Galactic
(from the album Traveling Circus)
© copyright 2003

verse 1
I feel a supernova swooping over,
you and youre - (uh sit and wait a minute man)
seldom into sentimental propaganda
(elements of enemy)
Headed for the pedigree deader than the beat
or the feet of a centipede
recipe better go retreat hypothetically
heck ill never let it be (x2)
Yall aint ready calling any,
all and everyone gets buried
block and perry, glocks get carried
by my lovely secreteary
area of 310 Hawthorne LA killer California
Time flies like the wind, Fruit flies like bananas
and yes thats Hydroe my dj.
Id kick myself in the drawers a couple times for the cause
before you busters utter wackness in a battle you lost.
RedCloud and SirRoc... we running underground railroad chaingangs
hanging off banging iron to cranium hey
yo its that awesome tonsil gospel
that i tossed at your council
ill bring an ounce of holy water like the 13th apostle
If hes not Lord of all
then hes not Lord at all.
While hes knocking at the door we are nailing boards to the wall.

BattleStar- how are you doing tonight.
youve got the illest freestyle ive ever heard in my life.
BattleStar- why dont you jump in the cyphe
come on and bless us with the freshest off the top if youre tight?
BattleStar- you know tonights open mic
100 dollars in your pocket if youre rocking it right!
BattleStar- Galactic and im worldwide
I might inherit the universe for the price of my pride.

spoken word
Scanning the surroundings with a retractable monicle
i spot a Pterradactyl carrying a baby like a stork
I park my bionic oldsmobile at the northstar and wait.

verse 2
Ill bring my sand to the beach, and ill stand on castles beneath
and damage coral reefs- deeper than deep (rinse and repeat)
Believe the pleasures immeasurable
The pressure is etched onto stone
Conquered by the concrete
Born in Hawthorne.
The fortress in flames... a passport for the bloodsport
Distorted in the corner with a crossbow and pitchfork.
Washington Oregan Cali
marching in born again rallys
washing and watering alleys
glad we can help.

When my heart stops beating...
i feel the beat and its freedom forever sweet
and theres really no need for breathing
but really what gets to me is the pistons
plunging and pumping and depending on
perfect pitch ill predict that were getting lit.
man its etiquite none of the less
credit for every breath
Prepare me with dedication for nations
of burning up red.
Reading the order from the Warden
make it shatter scar and crack it
Break me and make me untill im battle star galactic

hook (x2)

Othellos cousin (MC Salad)freestyle live!
IM coming through the speakers,
coming through the tweeters
coming out the closet
wearing nothing but my sneakers
Word up to Pink
buddy wheredja get those peepers?
How much is that doggy in the window?
Come close honey watch me do my diddy
stomping through the territory
stomping through your city
Christanthemums and Lilies
mmm pretty?
Yo wanna freestyle
But you couldnt free Willy!