Artist: Lone Ninja Album: Covert Operative EP Song: Deadpan Typed by: snakeeyes@inbox.com [ CHORUS: Lone Ninja (1X)] You sad the sunshine, changed to lunar eclipse We at the frontline, changing numerous clips The hooligans flipped, it’s bedlam you know it Duel and resist, we deadpan and stoic [Verse 1: June Marx] I be the force that you slept on, the floor that you crept on The bloody roar signaled the war armor and vest on The wall that you rest on, raw in the physical Form plus I was born to prolong when the breath gone A broad in the best thong, the diesel is sour I'm feeling the power the eagles devour The feeble will cower in the deepest of darkness I creep through the hours who is weak where the heart is I am the street lurker the final call deep searcher Rivals fall aim fire at all, beat murder I evolve to a higher form rebirth The dying art iron spy and spark emcee server I'm a lion heart move through the jungle I rather drop jewels these fools want to rumble But with the truth I'm humble when I move on the hustle Never catch me with my boots unbuckled [ CHORUS: Lone Ninja (2X)] You sad the sunshine, changed to lunar eclipse We at the frontline, changing numerous clips The hooligans flipped, it’s bedlam you know it Duel and resist, we deadpan and stoic [Verse 2: Lone Ninja] Grueling assault its danger, through with offering favors Bruise and stomping the traitors you a dog in the manger Usually slaughter with anger its holocaust Your squad is soft I demolish with a cosmic force Chopping off your head we do what it does Target forts you bled in pool of blood Explosion in the field we're loaded to the hilt Your soldiers will get killed they're hopeless imbeciles You jokers better yield we put the nails your coffin You bolted to the hills we assailing your guardsman Hail the sovereign pay proper respect Lamas and techs aim laser dots at the chest Stopping your breath you anxious to holler for help Hard to detect we practice the art of stealth The enforcer put the salt in your wounds I'll escort you, to your torture and doom Born from the womb, In a planet from outer space Walk in a room and just vanish without a trace No justice, no peace so we strive to make war You're crushed in defeat you're behind the eight ball No surviving face off you're left to the vultures Yo it's not a calk walk the weapon's in holster Won't let shit slide I stalk and raise hell Foes petrified and walk on egg shells [ CHORUS ]