Blind Fury (The Tempest) [Vocal]

[Hook: Block Mc
Cloud] (x2)

There is no opposition, no competition

No blind fury that can stop my vision

No adversary, no reason to worry

My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen



[Verse 1: Block Mc
Cloud]

Let the trumpets ring. It's the all-encompassing

Come to bring a wondrous thing to keep the sons under wing

I just do it, be fluent when chewing. Forsaking's not allowed from me

I rock the crowd—hollat the Block Mc
Cloud

You get to turn this flash. For now, to class and learn

Or crash and burn, ashes to urn as the wheel turns

You have to learn to take your time like Dutch Masters burn

And if your dues are paid, shit'll come back like a tax return

For a taste of fame, honest can inflict major pain

Bullets'll raise the brain. I'm on the air like Frasier Crane

You heard the flows and dove in. Words is woven

Like Woolrich. With motion to gain, don't slow there

These keep my enemies close if they're posing

Threaten, you can bet you'll get hung like wet clothes and

Autumn caught ‘em dozing, toured about, posing

Similes. Those in our vicinities know I'm proposing

Like Beethoven, Chopin, Johann Sebastian Bach

Got little Blocks wishing to clock when I'm rosy

Blowing up more spots than cops on Nostrand

Explosion, hoes on my jock like a Trojan



[Hook: Block Mc
Cloud and Mr. Metaphor]

There is no opposition, no competition

No blind fury that can stop my vision

No adversary, no reason to worry

My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen



[Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor]

Coming forth with a cyclone of bars

Get that mic blown. Stand clear of my strike zone

I kick a high tone, putting holes in the ozone

Slice you up like provolone, split your chromosome

My poem is known to leave your neck mad tense. In an instance

The shit I kick will give you shin splints, get smoked like Winstons

Or Newports. I'm getting buzzed off two quarts of Olde E

Slowly, my flow be Dicking you like Moby

I'll Desert you like the Gobi and cross the Serengeti

Plains, so when I rains on top your head, you best be [?]

Ready or not, I got a hundred watts of lyrical shock

My spiritual flock of emcees got you on Master Lock

Pass the rock—I'm on point like Stoudamire

Dogging emcees like Oscar Mayer. Yo, a lot admire

My style. I'll set your heart on fire—I'm a pyromaniac

Braniac collecting more Banks than Tyra. My re-

Sponse is ripping mics for the audiance

Been writing shit since the Renaissance with elegance

You'll bless my séance. I'm waking up the dead

Attack you like a hammerhead. As my grammar spread

I make the light shed, illuminating. My eyes bright-red, blunts are fumigating

Smoke accumulating. Folks, to you, them stating:

Words is complicating, got you contemplating, thinking

Concentrating, drinking. Comp's compilationist

Confiscating. Your whole congregation stuck like constipation

Payback's my compensation



[Hook: Block Mc
Cloud and Mr. Metaphor]

There is no opposition, no competition

No blind fury that can stop my vision

No adversary, no reason to worry

My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen



[Verse 3: Pumpkinhead]

Welcome to my class. Have a seat, pay attention

I make you nod your head by way of hypnotic suggestion

My topics are hot hits like toxic on the optics

Leaving blind mice ejecting out of their cockpits

I slam emcees together like a mosh pit

I compose composites and make a deposit

On tracks when I drop shit to make you bounce like hydraulics

Or gay niggas when they frolic

Pass the chronic so I can talk stupid like Ebonics

With these sonics, I'm making wack emcees vomit

Like bulimics. So now you know the math of my staff

Class of '97. My biology experience is beyond your tiny weapons

So step in my section and catch a C-section dissection for crossing the intersection

I'll leave you left in a state of shock. I got the hand that made the cradle rock

I rock smooth. I'll feed you ‘til your navel pops

Spinning like dreidel tops, don't need no blades or Glock to blaze the spot

Like four-alarmers causing trauma, you're a goner

Putting you through more drama

Than a guidance counselor, then pause like a comma

Then bend like ori... gami on a Quest like Jonny and Hadji

With more technology than Konami



[Hook: Block Mc
Cloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x3)

There is no opposition, no competition

No blind fury that can stop my vision

No adversary, no reason to worry

My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen