Artist: Has-Lo
Album:  In Case I Don't Make It
Song:   Storm Clouds
Typed by: @Has_Lo @MelloMusicGroup

Verse 1:
When the storm clouds roll in and sunlight fades
'cause the palms of my hands absorb the solar rays
To engulf the earth in flame, the last days
A micro molecular spec's the next phase
To evolution
Has, I'm hybrid humanoid fusion
Muscle mass balloon, iron glazed
Armor skin, slash ebony blend
Slang phrase, transform my braids to razor blades
To hack off your mic hand, blood splash your stage
Faces shocked. Crowd still swayed hypnotically
Policy, that of operative stee' anonymous
Infrared seein silhouette where the problem is
Through enhanced photograph mapped in the software
Choreographed routines across air
Bring rains to cool down the surface of the planet
Anyone alive is left stranded
When the storm clouds…swarm the sky

Hook:
When the storm clouds swarm the sky…

Verse 2:
The next epic, much more than battle of Olympus
Diamond tipped needle cut a record twelve inches
Soldier of a new day, deep inside of trenches
Heavy arm defense when murder is senseless
I acquired power still unique to theory
Earthquakes break gaping holes in your realties
My love was a nine-headed hydra in human disguise
It killed me inside but waitin for the real queen
I'm now unfeeling unemotional, sober view
Greek god Apollo, flesh vessel Has-Lo
Mind elevation be the message in a bottle
That breaks through our green and blue sphere through the cosmos
Through the galaxies and the nebulas
Set to bust if these cut atoms ever touch

Hook:
When the storm clouds swarm the sky…

Verse 3:
In forty days, a mountain range began to raise
Erosion reanimated earth under waves
Surreal by comparison to late film or cinema
Salt in the floods corrode the inner crust
And the outer crust flushed in the volcanic ash
You inhale, it pass through your nasal like coke dust
The lack of oxygen'll give a slow rush
Lightening strikes trees with the speed of king cobras
Struggling to get a breath of air but it chokes us
Search for a sun in the sky with no luck
Smell the rancid plants and fruit, gag 'til you throw up
I slide off like when tectonic plates touch
Something very delicate
When you oppose, I carve sharp ends on wooden poles to impale him with
You froze; your whole frame adheres to the scenery
Fatal blows are dealt quite frequently