Here we are. This is the calm before the storm.
We off the track now. That means we're heading into brand new unknown territorys y'all.
We into the crop circles, It says time waits for no mutahfuckin'
After this short calm, a vicious storm will arrive.
A horendously wicked storm.
Lighting bolts so powerful they set fire to water.
Thunder loud enogh to shatter brick walls.
And it's headin' righttowards us all.
We call this storm... The Tempest.
Tornados of fire, being chased by enormus tidal waves.
Winds tearing down forests into feilds reveiling crop circles.
The Tempest. Who will be left?
Who will still be around in the end?. The Tempest. Who will survive long enough to join us for the new
dawn?. ICP is rollin' over.