Ninkyo Dantai (Yakuza)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] My aura shine, a fourth design a fashionist On another level, on another masterpiece You can't be a true force if you lacking heat It can't be a true song if it's lacking me Order is a physical reality Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, think anatomy Actually I am the second coming of the Maccabee It's Saturday Night Live, y'all part of the casualties Fractionally I improve power to y'all I've ripped my heart out and moved mountains for y'all I am God, I am every single fountain to y'all Y'all {censored} here's a flower for y'all [Verse 2: Celph Titled] Got an extra clip on my hip so I can clip a hipster (Blao!) School a schoolteacher, my finger intrigued with the trigger (Aw!) Hit a lick, flip a brick for the right fee (Yesss!) Hotel concierge, I swipe keys (Ahh!) Sorry, but I got a fetish for cabbage Got Obamacare fiends that got medicine habits My mucus will mutilate (Grr!) My phlegm flies and flattens you flappin' flailin' founders flippin' off my dinner plate (Oooh!) Grizzly bear appetite, get the fraction right Pay me more, my negotiation tool be an AT4 (Bam!) Leave lames in the morgue Or dead bitch dissection getting brain from a whore [Hook: Planetary] You aim, you gotta shoot, the squad be cannon-proof Whole clique's insane, spit flames right out the booth Playing field's locked 'cause the Army's back in Underground king shit, ever since back then You aim, you gotta shoot, the squad be cannon-proof Whole clique's insane, spit flames right out the booth Playing field's locked 'cause the Army's back in Underground king shit, ever since back then [Verse 3: Blacastan] In death reborn, we disassemble and reform Shatter the status quo, breakin' the norm Elevating to a newer height, getting higher than the gas price It's Metroid, flip the game with one life (One LIfe!) Spit shells that'll pierce through any vest I'm a gamer that's trapped in an NES I escape when they press reset This life is too short, I play hard, no regrets I spend hours on a console chain smokin' cigarettes Back before internet (What!?) In the days of dual tape cassettes Magnifiers melting all insects [Verse 4: Apathy] You better run for the hills, got a tongue full of pills And a brain full of pain and a lung full of quills With the poisonous tip, all your boys will be hit I'm destroying this shit, I'm steroids when I spit You would jump into the void to avoid my clique I'm paranoid and sick, I'm Perestroika bitch Here to save what the faggot rappers put in the grave Cassette deck in my chest, I'm harder than Soundwave The bold and the brave, I would rather be cold in a cave Hidin' out than be sold like a slave Name embroiled and engraved on an old gold blade Be afraid we could raid, foes homes you get slain [Hook: Planetary] You aim, you gotta shoot, the squad be cannon-proof Whole clique's insane, spit flames right out the booth Playing field's locked 'cause the Army's back in Underground king shit, ever since back then You aim, you gotta shoot, the squad be cannon-proof Whole clique's insane, spit flames right out the booth Playing field's locked 'cause the Army's back in Underground king shit, ever since back then [Break: Esoteric] I accept your surrender Yo! [Verse 5: Esoteric] I'm known to behead a competitor, machete a predator With the pen I black out - like an Ebony editor I've been deadin' rappers since Kennedy was a senator Ryan said 'em with obscenities my pen's the offender I'm underhand to a black market, dismember a rap artist Sell meth to Damien Hirst, don't pay me for a verse Pay me for protection, I'll mangle them in a session I'll strangle them with a weapon, I dangle them from a ledge An orangutan with a TEC and I'm aimin', it's my profession I put 'em in a box, rectangular dimensions A coffin so I can bury 'em off in a cemetery And talk like a barbarian, cut 'em like a Cesarean [Verse 6: Planetary] Bonny and Clyde shit with the lady of Pompeii Paparazzi on me, got me feelin' like Kanye Shoot past the camera, fly north to Canada Samurai sword first class for the massacre Behold the legend, beheading rappers in seconds I'm deadin' half of your henchmen, the rest I'm bashin' with weapons Stop asking the question, the Army coming Hand grenades invade your party, Dem or Republican Shovin' faces in ovens - Hear the bass? It's thumpin' Outerspace is outlaw, outlining your stomach Outshinin' the public, out-rhymin' and hustlin' You out your damn mind, doubtin' you can't fuck with it