Lyrics:

(Verse 1)

We necromance dead crowds to grab a dance
Clap their hands b-boy stance wack bands don't have a chance savage plans to launch official spittle missles
Rattles riddles battles little rappers' dribble double wishful

Thoughts of meeting the chiefing chieftans speaking frequent pursuing dreams and meanings with zeke and solomon brown skills abound still the sound fills your town
Spilling down million pound avalanches of nouns

Rap tantric, i'm sick of pop star antics
Like kids throwing tantrums through hip-hop semantics anthems are repeated seriously candid
I don't leave impressions on cats, I leave them branded

Most are underhanded overstate their understanding
Stanzas so bland we're demanding disbanding of your clan
So cold I should be spitting with mittens
While you're sitting with kittens dissing missions with beats bitten

Listen to innovate you gotta be different
Progress comes of struggle not of talking shit while lifted you all play the misfits but you could rock the gifted d-ciph avalanching to get the power balance shifted

That's all fine and good kid but how're we supposed to win it community organizations grassroots foundations
Ending gentrifications ghetto beautification
It's in our hands we're the hip-hop generation

(Chorus 1)
Avalanche – it's the force bombing from up north
Veteran horns settling scores better in wars than you and yours
The underground torch shine bright enough to blind
Here to move your feet your mind and your behind

Avalanche – we're that force bombing from up north
Militant prose elevate shows opening lore's musical doors
The underground torch shine bright enough to blind
Here to move your feet your mind and your behind

My band will turn those fresh beats rancid
If you're not buying the album you'd best be dancing

(Verse 2)
Projecting thoughts like ender's ansible intangible through mandibles
Graffiti vandals exposed government scandals exposed
War propaganda goes you're an army of one
Cats dwell in darkness they aren't harming my sun

Disarm with spit guns as we farm the fit young
Endless toil tarnished soil inner-city alarmists
Weed out generations we replant in the basement
Leave fans in contemplation seeking inspiration

I speak out til my face bend with psalms to disgraced men 2 4 6 8 10 we tackle talk in twos
Battle faulty crews promptly rattle off the news
Still ignore the signs as vital organs die

Brain leader heart artist feet worker eyes writer as an MC are you the mouth or the liver (get live-r)
Destroy both but it's hard to repeat like toy boat
Annoy folks I hope employ flow til joy grows

That boy's croned eyes open even sober so determined
To deter men to defer when a lone soul can't take the burden
Word wardens warding weaves to keep grand wizards from our sermons
We're fervent with unlearning hip-hop disperse the hurting

Sixth verse inversion urban rhapsodies from gershwin we're back to these analogies banal MCs rap fallacy without a plea no self-pity even god is doubting me make them listen when we shout I'm free

(Chorus 2)
Avalanche – just the force bombing from up north
Selling them relevant etiquette better than cheddar shit pedal to metal retorts
The underground torch shine bright enough to blind
Here to move your feet your mind and your behind

Avalanche – the force coming from up north
Scoping smoking skogen showing shogun spoken from the source
Underground torch shine bright enough to blind
Here to move your feet your mind and your behind

My band will turn your fresh beats rancid
If you're not buying the album you'd best be dancing