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Fortruss

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[Tino Vega] (Storm Trupa)It`s the 7th Squadron on a rollWe got gravity like the black holeTake hold of your stereos.. while we take controlRugged Soldier, Spanish Prince(Storm Trupa - The Ark Angel) "The chemistry of this atmosphere is unlike that of any other"[Tino Vega]Intelligence, packed in venomous tongues of lyricistsMy rhymes are thoroughly dipped in verbal liquidBefore I get on the mic and spit any type of shitRhymes hit wigs and make em split, tell me if you can fuck with itA mysterious war story, no heart no gloryLeavin warfields gory, a spooky characterWith eyes that glow, the color yellowA shiesty fellow, mass murderer, alarm sound burgularGrab your weapon, and hold down your sectionDeadly instrument, play the harp, sad song that hits the heartShatter into tiny parts -- aww shitWalkmen about to leave footprintsRobbin` from the filthy rich and give it to the goodBut not a bit innocent, 7-S applyin` stress upon your chestWith verbal tecs, when we catch wreckWalkmen up in the set "Don`t make me destroy you!" -> Darth VaderChorus: WalkmenFortruss, our styles is morbid, can you absorb theserhymes corrisives, with overdoses, high explosivesThoughts ferocious, as we metamorphisin a state of mental orbit * cut n scratch - "The dark side!" *[Storm Trupa]>From the galactic civil wars to the battle of EndorThe Storm Trupa has endured the ridicule of his hip-hop mentorsNow it`s my time to venture on and respond for the next generationWith the more systematic informationWhile my Squadron stands in a tight formationWaitin on a platform, of an imperial battle stationTie Fighters stand by, for aviationLet`s lay down the foundation, and build towards the skyAs the Ark Angel inaugurates his third eyeI use the Force as my ally, never yield to the Dark SideLike Anakin Skywalker to Darth VaderIn any confrontation I pull out my light saberThese galactic crusaders facin a fleet of invadersMy thoughts navigate, as my spirit illustratesSo my foes meet they fateThen I annihilate, cloak my ship to investigateJump into hyperspace, headin back towards Echo BaseThis is my Fortruss, this is my placeWhere we intergrate with any other alien raceScouts give chase, the Storm Trooper `luminates like a flareThere`s no despair when the 7th Squadron is thereWalkmen, puttin MC`s in fear, beware -- yes!7-S, embranded on your chest, we the best * a series of R2D2 beeps and whistles *Chorus * cut n scratch - "The dark side!" *[Tino Vega]Bless the warfield, with dreams to succeedProceed, to build a strong dynastyAnd form a galaxy, my rhymes flow implodeAnd cause mass catastrophes[Storm Trupa]Master these rhymes like the Ark Angel psychokinetic energyI change my styles drasticallySo I know, fake MC`s, can`t fuck with me[Tino Vega]The Rugged Soldier spreads like a flash fireHave all snitches hangin like a bird on a wire[Storm Trupa]I desire to destroy all evil empiresWith my light saber, breathin heavily like Darth Vader[Tino Vega]Control your mind like a SegaStreet Fightin all opponents like VegaAgressive defense on the mic is military sequenceBombs explode frequent, devastatin` all allegianceThe Spanish loyal Prince leadin` the Squadron to victoryIn this millenium`s historyChorus: repeat 2X "It`s a trap!" "May the Force be with us.."

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