Centcom - Alpha Omega

Neph

I got a soul as old as Otis

As cold as the northern pole

I know what the cause is, you guessed it, I catch it and throw it away

I do best with less approaches, right next door to hell

Where they greet you with guns and roses

What a way to start the day

Before I move, I contemplate

I’m taking less debt for my assessments

Raising questions I might have to take to my grave

Let’s kneel down and pray

Shit is ill, shallow waters with the eels

We’ll send chills down the backs of lesser men

Let’s get it straight

This is a highlight

Remember, don’t depend up on your hindsight

Unless you want to get caught up in the blind sight

My mind’s eye guiding me

I’mma strike it when the times right

Let it unfold, still on the road according to stories they told

I’m rollin'

Ball your fists and raise ‘em up

Edges lays a cut

Tension in their gut, wishing best of luck

You’re going to need it

Grab your lighter, burn it down

Pour the gas around

Oh, we’ve done it now

When we pass ‘em out, you’re going to see us

This is war

Time to sharpen knives and harm their lives

And darken skies and blacken eyes

They’re talking lies, we on the rise

And ya’ll know this

This is war

Ours holding the torches, pickaxes and pitchforks

Got some shit in store

Know you can’t ignore

This is war

Time to sharpen knives and harm their lives

And darken skies and blacken eyes

They’re talking lies, we on the rise

And ya’ll know this

This is war

We hold the court, banish those and burn their corpse

If you’re on the list, know we honor this

Yes

This is war

Prevail

Tomorrow is a midnight prayer

The corporeal moral, lesson learned here

Is avoid that snare

That’ll crack an ankle bone

Translating Rosetta stone

Corrupted data, burn the hard drive

Target compromised, we gone

Shadow lateral movement

Calculation is cubic

Concentrated and stupid

Evaporated the music

Decapitate the refused

Appetite like a mutant

Stab, burn, hang, drown

No crown for Rasputin

Torpedo twin engine burst

Propeller metal device

Thirsty hounds in the grey woods who don’t play nice

I said, ice is made for preservation

Sand is made for deep corrosion

Bleach is made to reach the deepest parts of all the bones contortions

Freaks are meant to roam at night

Bite the necks of deaths opponents

Creeks are meant for washing hands

Hiding footsteps in the moment

Trees are made for making safe havens until the sirens speak

Ravines are made for quick escapes with only logs and rocks to leap

This is war (repeats until track fades out)