House of Ravens - Yugen Blakrok

Who knows what hides behind these gray clouds

Coercing men to bare frowns?

But even fake crowns eventually bow low to the basslines

That cover me like shelter for the homeless

From vagrant to venomous microphone pest

Pause only when my clones rest

So foot in front of foot my frame progress

Game of life and death, forced to maneuver past the grotesque

Dried maggots, gravedigger 'til nails metallic tasting

Iron bed springs, sleeping late, early waking

Bomb street corners lay bodies at the coroners

The bluebird of happiness tweeting to stiff followers

Blak summons spirits thru a male goat’s horn

Ate the cheese, be warned, I’m a spiteful woman, so don’t scorn

In the darkness, the light seeks out the target

And I’m starving for it, guerrilla styles like Darwin

With a voice like a thunder storm, this ain’t no summer breeze

This golden city’s dead like autumn leaves and Brandon Lee

And still I breathe, exhaling smog from the chest

But smoke makes my eyes bleed the colours of polluted sunsets

Perched high on my mental complex

Yugen of Crow’s Nest separating severed heads from bloody necks

Knowing the light, I remain in the dark

Insane sparks fire me up like a rocket discharged

Making history of these carbon copycats

Protect my origins, I’m all foundations & blueprints like architects

Let me lay the plan flat like the dark ages' concept of earth

Inverted thinking, tongue spitting rhymestyles in reverse

Dodging evil and schisms my gunspeak stays eloquent

This that grindhouse shit, there’s no damsel in distress

I’m from a line of hard chickens that flex their necks

Astounding with the intellect, compulsive never miss a step

Eggheads trying to box me into cardboard cartons

I’m heartless, rip mics in the name of carnage

But this reality’s boring, I count the hours

More sick than tired kids, more thick than I was

One more hit for the downers

And climb — ethereal anti-gravity

Known to disappear like cities under the Atlantic

Still I breathe, exhaling smog from the chest

But smoke makes my eyes bleed the colours of polluted sunsets

Perched high on my mental complex

Yugen of Crow’s Nest separating severed heads from bloody necks