Dopestyle - Cold Hearted Orb lyrics

[Intro: The Moody Blues 'The Day Begins' sample] Cold hearted orb that rules the night Removes the colors from our sight Red is gray and yellow, white But we decide which is right And which is an illusion Pinprick holes in a colorless sky Let insipid figures of light pa** by The mighty light of ten thousand suns Challenges infinity and is soon gone Night time, to some a brief interlude To others the fear of solitude [Holocaust] I fight demons summoned by the Egyptian sorcerer After a prolong battle, the Nomad enforcer Seal the demons within a mountain tomb Losing his magic weapons there, your torture My war paint you beware, an unnamed ancestor there Decease, so despair, orchard A feat tornado k**ed you and your crew when you all were unaware Virtually nothing is known as the past, the man known only as the Holocaust A huge turnout located, beneath Los Angeles Is where a battle takes place And all the fans watch, panty on, desert sword sky Shaolin Monk stealth keeping Or like John Hanco*k, a giant Incredible Hulk made of a stone He's called Brock Bottom, the lights clock and bed rock The enclypedia of serial k**ers, crime school, the black hand strikes The underworld's criminal gang stop Valentine's day, happy, the untouchables Cosa Nostra, team money slang Today's underworld, the deadly trade [Chorus: Holocaust] A thermo-optic invisible gun blaster, that's flirting with disaster I never get captured A thermo-optic invisible gun blaster, that's flirting with disaster I never get captured [Dopestyle] Fiends fear a king, let me do my thing MC's on the pill still pregnant from the mic check From the cat shrek of d**h, west coast where I wreck My Chef Boyardee, green with the pesto Ruler Daquan, him is my friend MC Green gummy, but, knees never bend From no man, woman, child, off into the wild Off into your hood, red riding hood For what you did to my cousin, the big bad wolf I come Captain Jack Sparrow or my Captain Hook Destroy your Peter Pan myths, with my funky lips sh**'s get sticky like peanut bu*ter Jiff Gold in my furnace, how this, a serious poet Took a terror time, licked this Stupendous, vicious, man on a mission Will Oklahoma bomb ya, but save the children My man real kinda ill, give girls chill MC's like you, I put you on my grill Thrill of the heat, brushing up on your skin Soft and cover extorior, what's the alterior Motif for rap flowing, for your fiends and showboating Fries from Mickey D's, I see you cooking I still be with the drainer, kids kinda plainer Forgot to add the salt, my verbal a**ault Insult to your injuries, don't remember me? Draw 31, the man, the myth [Chorus]