Sangtekster:
Hundred Year Storm Reach

I'm calling out Across the ocean So far away And your love reaches me Can you hear me I call your name Across the ocean I'm still here And your love reaches

, your stumble rap style, your flow's off Like Kunta, tryin' to run with his chopped toes off Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin' long fire Four hundred

feet 6, with a crisp hat plush Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto Three-hundred thousand

[Chapter 1: The Voyage of the Sorcerer] The war between the Imperium and the allied Vyrgothian Kingdoms had raged for years. Beginning as minor disputes

to form, best prepare for the storm Y'all funny niggas quick to ring the alarm Bomb fell, now a nation is gel We had to dwell for four hundred or more

[Chapter 1: The Voyage of the Sorcerer] The war between the Imperium and the allied Vyrgothian Kingdoms had raged for years. Beginning as minor disputes

take a hundred years to better the drain You couldn't gain a grain against a micro thread of my brain I think ahead of the dude that thinks 10 years

style, your flow's off like Kunta, tryin to run with his chopped toes off Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin long fire Four hundred

broke, bitch, I'm cooking the pie We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of time My niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes Hundred or more, in front of the store