Centre Of The Storm - Roni Size, Reprazent, Zach De La Rocha

Bless, this vision I sketch a war cry can’t rest

Across frequencies east and west style

Raw adrenaline, let’s tap the vein main line resistance, meditate maintain

Raw to settle, the matter the cops scattered, our blood

Lost so matter of fact no love lost

See me cock the steely

Lock on Mussolini’s ill logic on the minds of the flock

No line divides, violence and reason sold

This killing season is freezing souls, zero degrees and cold

There’s 41 reasons to blast back

No one, followed Diallo to the grave.

fade to black

While all my city is heavy

I drop elephant shit smeared the face of the

Fascist priest’s pulpit

So to the mayor may I, say I, endorse the wholesale murder of your force of

course

Cause peace is a myth in New York

Burning white rocks got caught

Don’t choke, if ya smell smoke, (what?)

I dip my tongue in gunpowder and then I clear my throat

The Aggravator, true shit spitter Mobb like Goodie

While my hoody hides my eyes

The critics rush me like

Salman Rushdie as I

Enter the center of the storm with Size

Enter the center of the storm with Size

Enter the center of the storm

I toss pieces of my syllables like salt by a sumo

Call me Akibono Akazuna, numero uno

Puro Mejicano my angle is I dangle styles for

The flock to follow

Too deep for the shallow

Superstitious niggas that get played like a tarot

Bass lines rattle and will shatter your bone marrow

Blind and can’t see me, believe me Stevie

No need to Wonder how, Monche became the Pharaoh

Tongue acrobatter, none

Phatter, never narrow I Shot The Sheriff and

Baretta and the sparrow got the Gift like Gab

Rip your rib cage hollow funk the flame into your brain

Matter with the sharpest arrows

The Aggravator, true shit spitter

Mobb like Goodie while my hoody hides my eyes

The critics rush me like

Salman Rushdie as I

Enter the center of the storm with Size

Enter the center of the storm with Size

Enter the center of the storm

Bless the track, bless the track, (what? what? what?)

Bless the track, bless the track, (what? what? what?)

From my mental sparks fly, why is do or die

5−0 got automatics, so why can’t i?

Fly by fast like an assassin mashin'

Soon we’ll see the beast reach for the sky

But for now I keep my mind sharp

We’ll be them bang this track in the park after dark

Lips do flips never kicked fiction

2000 class summon now face the Guns of Brixton

Break to face them, never check reality

On it with Roni we devastate the scenery

Aggravator, true shit spitter

Mobb like Goodie while my hoody hides my eyes

The critics rush me like

Salman Rushdie as I

Enter the center of the storm with Size

Enter the center of the storm with Size

Enter the center of the storm

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm

Enter the center of the storm

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm

Our jurisdiction the world

Our jurisdiction the world

Our jurisdiction the world

Our jurisdiction the world

Bless, this vision I sketch a war cry can’t rest

Across frequencies east and west style

Raw adrenaline, let’s tap the vein

Main line resistance, meditate maintain

Raw to settle, the matter the cops scattered, our blood

Lost so matter of fact no love lost

See me cock the steely lock on Mussolini’s ill logic

On the minds of the flock no line divides, violence and

Reason sold this killing season is freezing

Souls, zero degrees and cold

There’s 41 reasons to blast back

No one, followed Diallo to the grave.

fade to black

While all my city is heavy I drop elephant shit

Smeared the face of the fascist priest’s pulpit

So the mayor, may I, say I endorse the wholesale

Murder of your force of course

Cause peace is a myth in New York

Burning white rocks got caught

Don’t choke, if ya just smell smoke, (what?)

I dip my tongue in gunpowder and then I clear my throat

The Aggravator, true shit spitter

Mobb like Goodie while my hoody hides my eyes

The critics rush me like, Salman Rushdie

As I

Enter the center of the storm with Size

Enter the center of the storm with Size

Enter the center of the storm

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm