Desert Storm b​/​w Outlook

by eMCee Killa

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released August 19, 2013

Crossbone T produced/mixed and mastered Desert Storm

TQ produced Outlook which was recorded at Organic Sounds and mastered at Kilamanjaro studios

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Track Name: Desert Storm [FREE DOWNLOAD]
I'm a killa born natural, mystic arachnid,
attack quick poison fake crews with tablets,
move electric, streets gone super septic,
all eyes like who's the next shit,
lights flash epileptic adventures,
defecate bars with the deadly intention,
meditate, levitate, divine intervention,
spine re-alignment arise from deception,
cos time flies when you're having fun,
yet it waits for no man in the arrid sun,
thirst quenched for a packaged sum,
multiply cash into health and you carry none,
see the vultures approaching, circling
Hoping i won't be evolving,
my volvic is naturally sourced,
reacts to the storms, the shrapnel is bashed to the shore,

speak the essence, wise words in the message,
what stays lost, re-address it,
the last living that are free,
pick through the locks or they're giving us the key,
don't forget it, minds learn or regret it,
what don't cost we accept it,
lets start killing off the greed,
the man in the mirror is the vision of the weak,

Haven’t had a dream in a long time,
Demons, disciples and greed when I’m not wide, awake,
No time to waste,
When both eyelids are open its time to chase,
The paper makes the world turn round,
Cash symbolic like the ace of spades,
Factories make the chains,
More honour amongst thieves from day to day,
You pay for taste,
Do you stand in the face or just fade away?
Famed for the place you stay,
You can’t stare at the world from a vacant space,
You digest hell from the angel cake,
And heads down on the path where you made mistakes,
The bad taste in the air that your fragrance makes,
The plantation we work on like ancient slaves,

speak the essence, wise words in the message,
what stays lost, re-address it,
the last living that are free,
pick through the locks or they're giving us the key,
don't forget it, minds learn or regret it,
what don't cost we accept it,
lets start killing off the greed,
the man in the mirror is the vision of the weak,

Fly a red flag Killa matador, Be the guide like a Labrador,
Piss on the sting of a man of war,
Cut the camera cord, if the summit’s what you scramble for,
Then you’re disciplines to balance more,
Frame the you’ve been’s, begin the can’t hack it tour,
Walk in ski jackets, batter serves back my rackets worn,
Taking lumps out the book of life, stood and,
Scribed each thought etched by my butchers knife,
You ain’t real you’re a look a-like, foot in mouths what you’re looking like,
Dead with the rest and a crooked eye,
Taste the pain of my bars, nah you wouldn’t like,
Crushed glass stuffed in your gums on a wooden spike,
Mind state is Dunblane on a childish thought,
Disagree when it’s time to talk,
Walk the plank if you’re trying to force,
Mutiny, like some kind of fraud,
The sign of war is the lions roar
Track Name: Outlook [FREE DOWNLOAD]
if its a change of a heart or a change of guards,
some lose interest but still play the part,
stay razor sharp unless the snakes'll charm,
more generic than a field full of blades of grass,
i came last in the race for gold,
i gave satan the finger and won't let him take my soul,
i seen cats that'll take a chance and get paid to dance,
but they're acheiving the fakest goals,
its like they smile in your face,
take shit when your backs turned,
little man, too coward couldnt stand firm,
my hands burn and bleed from hard work,
in constant conclusion life's the last verse,
my arm hurt and ache, i fuel hunger,
palms soft baby's bum so don't play,
This means more to me, you don't say,
don't mean things are cool and shits is ok

cos i can see the frustration,
and trust i feel the same way,
it means more to me than just hating,
i don't want to live the same day,

check the ribbon of the road you walk,
smooth sailing lies between the gutter like a bowling ball,
the composure you show when you march for war,
can back fire in a riot like a carpet store,
the ash litters through the streets like a snow storm,
shouting fuck the police till your throats sore,
but look at where it stops when you're looting all the shops,
bring an image to the world that you couldn't give a fuck,
the revolution must be done with some intelligence,
you smashing up the street when you really should be cherishing,
its like they tricked you with a carrott on a stick,
and you chased it like a dummy till they hammered you for 6,
Take it back when we were gathering for sticks,
and came across the fire through the friction of the twigs,
the benefits where significant as kids,
but instead you took the fire burned the villages to bits,
can't blame the media for the image that they bring,
if the image wasn't there, would be a very dfferent thing,
but you spoiled it, changed the law for avoidance,
spoiled it, burnt the cars of your audience,
Spoiled it, robbed the shops of your neighbours,
while downing streets untouched, o lord save us,
see we need to do it properly,
instead of contributing to the state of the economy,
plain and simple, tax is a must,
but tax is a trust between the government and us,
dividing up the total, different numbers coming up,
so the whistles getting blown for all the hundreds in the dumps,
running, running but i'm covering my tracks,
your stepping on the third rail, covering the tracks,
i bring a thought thats encouraging to have,
while you wouldnt ever walk without someone on your back,

cos i can see the frustration,
and trust i feel the same way,
it means more to me than just hating,
i don't want to live the same day,