Doomsday

Lyrics

[Intro] Killarmy, Killarmy Iron clad soldiers ..on the battlefields Killarmy, Killarmy Yeah, yo [Chorus: Holocaust] This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills And fake ass rides that they don't even drive Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills And fake ass rides that they don't even drive Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive [Verse 1: Holocaust] Half-dead platoon leader awoken by enemy heaters Juggernaut on the block, blast shots at all retreaters Why teach it to the utmost unified, fuck coasts Conquered galaxies leaving a band of ruthless cutthroats Brains explode, bloody spatters on the road My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul Heart's cold, blast shots through your nose hole, I'm hostile The slugs ricochet through your nostrils, strike your tonsils Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid Smash hits that open you like bullets with glass tips Killgrave, the black sea serpent who swallows ships My fists become Glocks and my knuckles hollow tips Part the dirt and raise dead soldiers with a curse Bury thieves with no headstones so they give back to the Earth Still shining, I'm the Sun, wars increase by the ton Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, chop out your lungs (Yo, yo) [Chorus: Holocaust] This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills And fake ass rides that they don't even drive Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills And fake ass rides that they don't even drive Hip-hop's war and only strong emcee will survive [Verse 2: Beretta 9] We may bomb this but seem harmless, check the calmest My palm hits like a closed fist, break your jaw with this You crab ass try to think fast, you best to slow down All six got trey pounds, it's 36 rounds Of pristine, unheard, unseen, the 'A-Team' Murdock, B.A. Barac', Face, the Red Beam Street hop, excite bike, took all my smokescreens Sped fast, 500 crabs have fled the crime scene Out of state, switch the plates, cannon ball run dunn Sped fast, rub on the gas, here come the blast On their ninja bike, Kawasaki-type Suzuki prototype Sure we still got height, then I made a right Hit the brake, threw a head fake, last the clutch, I'm out of state Full speed ahead, never look back, always escape [Chorus: Holocaust] This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills And fake ass rides that they don't even drive Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills And fake ass rides that they don't even drive Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive [Verse 3: P.R. Terrorist] Laid in the dark war trench, covered in mud strong corpse stench Monkey wrench, adjusting my mic, fatigues drenched From soldiers insides, scriptures hidden up in my archives Dodge and throw knives, hand-to-hand combat taking lives Many lost, many took it with force, some linger With the disease bomb infection known as the bee stinger It's Doomsday you rap singers, Mockingbirds marking my words This shit is war up in the Terrorist arena [Chorus: Holocaust] This is Doomsday for emcees with hollow skills Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills And fake ass rides that they don't even drive Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive This is Doomsday