Hell’s Basement [Intro]

Lyrics

[Intro: Brad Strut] *Crowd cheering and chanting "LC! LC! LC!"* A'ight, a'ight, a'ight, a'ight... Check it out! We're gonna do shit that we've never done For any crowd other than where we're at tonight *Crowd cheering* [Verse 1: Trem] As the beat drums, I speak tongues you can't comprehend Since '91, heads in the know have said, ("Watch for Trem!") It's on again, a year's passed, the (stage was set!) LC blazed each place with grades from A to Z Craters left from raps spawned on platforms Check the map — flattened whole cities with just our wax launch (Back to staunch!) your scene up My team crush more mics than any clean-cut rappers can dream of! [Verse 2: Brad Strut] Check it And other teams suck! I'm into teen sluts who fiend Strut Supreme nuns, gettin' 'em (beamed up!) Just ask a lot of 'em, LC's the epitome (Of dope!) divinity sounds in your vicinity (So scope!) the imagery, raps leave you beheaded Collapsed and very dead-ed, attacked in every sentence It's venturous livin' off hip-hop and pensions We've got to mention, (split-shock's ya sentence!) [Verse 3: Bob Balans] Of gravity, unbalanced, suspendin' your agony Your senses sayin' you've been upended off a (balcony!) Unkut, 'cause your rhyme's copies by victims Identity photos like Crime Stopper descriptions Weak composites, the Colossus of Rhodes Your goal toppled to stones, conquerin' thrones of (my kings!) Pillage any English land like (Vikings!) Dividin' clans, divisin' plans [Verse 4: Trem] To rise and stand above these silent lambs (With one swipe!), we can strike you in a lifeless land You tried your hand, but failed to excite the fans (Put down the mic!) and start writin' up your time and plans [Verse 5: Brad Strut] Uh! Uh! Branded treason, plant the seeds in And watch the plants grow, so many rappers (thinkin' they Rambo!) Many hackers still are workin' on their handicaps Playin' with their (tomahawks!), we're bringin' the (battle axe!) [Verse 6: Bob Balans] Like the assassins at the bed of Arafat If you're prayin' with a common cause, my pen answers back I don't think God knows, you drongos This ain't no cappuccino-sippin' shit, so shut your (froth holes!) [Verse 7: Trem] Just put the raps to rest and choose a new profession My crew's a testament to any track we choose to blesson Tear apart from the drums up (LC! Unkut!) Motherfuckers, give us two thumbs up! [Verse 8: Brad Strut] Yeah! Uh! As Trem's summed up, we into (proper shit!) Hot to spit like a volcano when we're on (top of it!) And once the dust settles to crush metals And concrete structures fall like flower petals [Verse 9: Bob Balans] You're causin' the crowds to heckle But the murder set Hell's Rebel LC brings the hounds out the (kennel!) The screamin' fans are gone, the show's over All's left is a blackened landscape from the (slaughter!) [Outro: Various rap samples] "C-C-Comin' through blastin'!" "Just to bring heat to you bastards!" "B-B-B-B-B-B-Back again!" "LC strikes your premises" "BOW! BOW! BOW!" "C-C-Comin' through blastin'!" "Just to bring heat to you bastards!" "B-B-B-B-B-B-Back again!" "LC strikes your premises"