Lyrics Fortruss (radio edit / clean version) - Walkmen
[Tino
Vega]
(Storm
Trupa)
It's
the
7th
Squadron
on
a
roll
We
got
gravity
like
the
black
hole
Take
hold
of
your
stereos.
while
we
take
control
Rugged
Soldier,
Spanish
Prince
(Storm
Trupa
- The
Ark
Angel)
"The
chemistry
of
this
atmosphere
is
unlike
that
of
any
other"
Intelligence,
packed
in
venomous
tongues
of
lyricists
My
rhymes
are
thoroughly
dipped
in
verbal
liquid
Before
I
get
on
the
mic
and
spit
any
type
of
shit
Rhymes
hit
wigs
and
make
em
split,
tell
me
if
you
can
fuck
with
it
A
mysterious
war
story,
no
heart
no
glory
Leavin
warfields
gory,
a
spooky
character
With
eyes
that
glow,
the
color
yellow
A
shiesty
fellow,
mass
murderer,
alarm
sound
burgular
Grab
your
weapon,
and
hold
down
your
section
Deadly
instrument,
play
the
harp,
sad
song
that
hits
the
heart
Shatter
into
tiny
parts
--
aww
shit
Walkmen
about
to
leave
footprints
Robbin'
from
the
filthy
rich
and
give
it
to
the
good
But
not
a
bit
innocent,
7-S
applyin'
stress
upon
your
chest
With
verbal
tecs,
when
we
catch
wreck
Walkmen
up
in
the
set
"Don't
make
me
destroy
you!"
-]
Darth
Vader
Fortruss,
our
styles
is
morbid,
can
you
absorb
these
Rhymes
corrisives,
with
overdoses,
high
explosives
Thoughts
ferocious,
as
we
metamorphis
In
a
state
of
mental
orbit
* Cut
n
scratch
- "The
dark
side!"
*
]From
the
galactic
civil
wars
to
the
battle
of
Endor
The
Storm
Trupa
has
endured
the
ridicule
of
his
hip-hop
mentors
Now
it's
my
time
to
venture
on
and
respond
for
the
next
generation
With
the
more
systematic
information
While
my
Squadron
stands
in
a
tight
formation
Waitin
on
a
platform,
of
an
imperial
battle
station
Tie
Fighters
stand
by,
for
aviation
Let's
lay
down
the
foundation,
and
build
towards
the
sky
As
the
Ark
Angel
inaugurates
his
third
eye
I
use
the
Force
as
my
ally,
never
yield
to
the
Dark
Side
Like
Anakin
Skywalker
to
Darth
Vader
In
any
confrontation
I
pull
out
my
light
saber
These
galactic
crusaders
facin
a
fleet
of
invaders
My
thoughts
navigate,
as
my
spirit
illustrates
So
my
foes
meet
they
fate
Then
I
annihilate,
cloak
my
ship
to
investigate
Jump
into
hyperspace,
headin
back
towards
Echo
Base
This
is
my
Fortruss,
this
is
my
place
Where
we
intergrate
with
any
other
alien
race
Scouts
give
chase,
the
Storm
Trooper
'luminates
like
a
flare
There's
no
despair
when
the
7th
Squadron
is
there
Walkmen,
puttin
MC's
in
fear,
beware
--
yes!
7-S,
embranded
on
your
chest,
we
the
best
* A
series
of
R2D2
beeps
and
whistles
*
* Cut
n
scratch
- "The
dark
side!"
*
Bless
the
warfield,
with
dreams
to
succeed
Proceed,
to
build
a
strong
dynasty
And
form
a
galaxy,
my
rhymes
flow
implode
And
cause
mass
catastrophes
Master
these
rhymes
like
the
Ark
Angel
psychokinetic
energy
I
change
my
styles
drastically
So
I
know,
fake
MC's,
can't
fuck
with
me
The
Rugged
Soldier
spreads
like
a
flash
fire
Have
all
snitches
hangin
like
a
bird
on
a
wire
I
desire
to
destroy
all
evil
empires
With
my
light
saber,
breathin
heavily
like
Darth
Vader
Control
your
mind
like
a
Sega
Street
Fightin
all
opponents
like
Vega
Agressive
defense
on
the
mic
is
military
sequence
Bombs
explode
frequent,
devastatin'
all
allegiance
The
Spanish
loyal
Prince
leadin'
the
Squadron
to
victory
In
this
millenium's
history
"May
the
Force
be
with
us."
1 Fortruss (LP / dirty version)
2 Fortruss (radio edit / clean version)
3 Fortruss (Instrumental)
4 The Countdown Theory (LP / dirty version)
5 The Countdown Theory (radio edit / clean version)
6 The Countdown Theory (instrumental)
7 The Countdown Theory (remix Street / dirty version)
8 The Countdown Theory (remix radio / clean version)
9 The Countdown Theory (Remix) [Instrumental]
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