Apoc's video: EXCALIBUR WEAPONRY - Heavenly Host

Produced by Apoc. Kampo Teroritmo 2013. LYRICS [CHORUS] Breach your sector with excalibur weaponry Swarm the fucking area to devastate the enemy Blade to your flesh. That'll be the remedy Heavenly Host, son. Recognize the legacy [MALACHI THE ARTISAN] I'm seriously pissed. I get dehydrated I keep on flowing like the faucet's unattended I set the bar high like a pole jump in heaven Ain't no stopping me like the train left the station Call me Latrell on a rap killing spree Commanded Solomon share my wisdom for free I'm an artisan originating from a superior breed Educating since the tree of knowledge was just a seed My illness is fatal. No way you can cure it So sick, I rap inside intesive care units Earned my stripes bending bar after bar so far Those shelltoes the closest you can get to a superstar I step on stage leaving microphones in flames I spit on stage leaving chest muscles inflamed Heavenly Host never an easy target You don't know what's in stored like shopping in flee markets [CHORUS] Breach your sector with excalibur weaponry Swarm the fucking area to devastate the enemy Blade to your flesh. That'll be the remedy Heavenly Host, son. Recognize the legacy [APOC THE DEATH ARCHITECT] Yeah! You know the skill is diverse The potential is infinite so you can't belittle my worth I get respect for my words 'Cause I'ma be real on the mic like a Cypress Hill concert You always find dirt in every verse released Ridicule the style 'cause your comprehension's fucking weak The Death Architect is accustomed to merking beats So you need to brace yourself like a dentist with crooked teeth I shook the scene 'cause I rhyme with a purpose You only hate me unless, you a logical person And I'ma hit you with the truth like a shot to the sternum Until I get on your nerves like neurological surgeons And my rhyming is perfect. Witness me destroy mics I spit so cold, you suckers get frostbite Test me in a lyrical swordfight Well you just fucking with a beast like Henry McCoy's wife [CHORUS] Breach your sector with excalibur weaponry Swarm the fucking area to devastate the enemy Blade to your flesh. That'll be the remedy Heavenly Host, son. Recognize the legacy [DHICTAH] True to the game 'til my last breath 'Cause I speak from the heart like the mic's in my chest But you critics always say that I'm an imposter But you got no proof like D12's roster Fuck with me that's a gamble. I'm the king of street rap While you acting like a queen. That's why you ain't jack I got my pokerface on while your body starts to shiver And if your rhyme's flop, I'll dump you in a river The rhymes I deliver will kill ya'll bastards All I want in this scene is raw spelled backwards 'Cause I'm a warrior. No surrender no retreat Like deadstock sneakers, I never feel defeat So don't test me in a lyrical battle The only time you played with words was in a game of scrabble When I step to the plate, don't doubt me for a second 'Cause my bars hold weight like I'm bench pressing [CHORUS] Breach your sector with excalibur weaponry Swarm the fucking area to devastate the enemy Blade to your flesh. That'll be the remedy Heavenly Host, son. Recognize the legacy http://www.facebook.com/heavenlyhostmusic http://www.facebook.com/kampoteroritmo666 http://www.facebook.com/apocthedeatharchitect http://www.facebook.com/DHICTAH