The Battlecry

[Verse 1 : ARTAUD] Summin' the time i got left behind these bars Staring at that cellphone out that pack of Weetabix Been sucking off the CO to get it back But the battery was already sinking in the River Styx I feel blessed they didn't throw in the ding wing Caught me reloading Mein Kampf with Phil Spector Lice is itching my subconscious like a cipher Think twice it’s just another day in paradise.. My mind is shooting blanks at that grey page All work and no play makes Jack a dull cliché Throw that ashtray to my forehead Hoping to bleed something worthy of that rainy day I’m venomous, but I keep my poison to myself Vicious vitriol, precious precious silver Gold Republic, cold sick to the stomach Sunflower samurai, chainsmoking on the motorway

[Hook: ARTAUD] Rebirth of creativity, **** the holy trinity Trust the inner monkey, proove your consistency Rebirth of creativity, **** the holy trinity Trust the inner monkey, proove your consistency

[Verse 2 : ARTAUD] I’m a slave to my rage, doggystyle Forcing the plague outta my fly, nourished by the critters Feed’em with wonder, sixty-nine Dirt in the wind, right in the middle of your eye Imagination raped with a stick and a bag of french fries Open your skull with a heartbreaking battlecry Reeking bourgeois, gluten-free creampie Middle finger, salute from Versailles Sodosopa, wholegrain mafia Stuffin' your face with dirt cookies and diet soda I’m the cunt bashin the wise guy ? You’re like a remake, you’re just as rank as Vanilla Sky You’re nothing like my people, you’re just my alibi Won’t have to justify, you’re so fetid (tepid) Something’s gonna turn your way, forget about You’re safe distance, this bullet ain’t stray

[Hook: ARTAUD] Rebirth of creativity, **** the holy trinity Trust the inner monkey, proove your consistency Rebirth of creativity, **** the holy trinity Trust the inner monkey, proove your consistency

[Verse 3 : ARTAUD] Rebirth of creativity, me flinging tiles off the rooftop at ya Zooyork baboon top botcher I run the flea market, tears streaming down my flow The less you know the better Time goes by and it’s not coming back, so Keep your shit for the rascals, talk shows I lay slain by the undertow Spitting up stinky rhymes til you’re KO Illi-c-i o-bey to status quo Investing in fate, iron plates, spades Get outta the maze, warface painted Jawbreaking the quitters, feast on shit Maintain heading, opium basing Like the icky sticky hairy scary GI-J Run away dog from this stolen starship We’re the sputnik mongrels of the Gold Republic