Street Massacre

Lyrics

[Scratches] Outerspace, these corny muthafuckas puttin' pop singles that sound like 5'9", guarantee solid, no man could put a dent in this [Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild] This ain't no sing along music for you to ride up on This here is street massacre, music to dump on These lines are sharp, hollow head'll splatter your abdomen You sick to your stomach, wondering what is happening Marksman specialist to keep your regiment vanishing Full metal jacket devious when it's crashing in Platinum metal this, [?] 151 rolled up, we keep 'em panicking You in the wrong district, claiming you all misfit You never toss biscuits, you with the Lord, snitching I say you all bitching, you up in God's kitchen Big flame, burn off your face then leave the balls dripping You all squad victim, up in the dark prison And you done lost vision, I'm at the bar drinking You ain't at all spitting close to curtain This is Illadelph to Rock City Death is certain [Hook & Scratches] You know we rock this, yeah we got this From Illadelph to Rock City with the hotness You know it's on and popping Once we get to popping We air 'em out, no doubt Kwest get to chopping Outerspace, these corny muthafuckas puttin' pop singles that sound like 5'9", guarantee solid no man could put a dent in this [Verse 2: Planetary] It's Planetary baby, dog I'm outrageous My status: the baddest, every time I'm blessing the stages My blood is the ink, caressing the pages We gon' do it 'til the world say "OS is the greatest" I take time out, I'm obscene, I got dreams Efficient hot beams where the cops scheme I'm too dangerous, I make a name for this I guarantee you'll be bleeding, don't try to aim at this I'm so nuts for the beat, ain't no escaping this I'm a demon, intoxicated, your favorite I take steps towards Armageddon, armed with weapons A few grenades and flash-bombs, call your henchmen I'm a sniper targeting those who violate I make music, my roots started the fire escapes I see you lie at your weight and can't help but laugh It ain't right, but dead bodies they get me gassed [Hook & Scratches] You know we rock this, yeah we got this From Illadelph to Rock City with the hotness You know it's on and popping Once we get to popping We air 'em out, no doubt Kwest get to chopping Outerspace, these corny muthafuckas puttin' pop singles that sound like Guarantee solid, no man could put a dent on this, 5'9" [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] Yeah, nickle nigga, I'm up in the office Chilling, giving orders nigga, I fuck with them bosses Enough for this talking, if I ain't here to be dying or lying it big I retire a pioneer, but I do not slip off some hip hop shit Big Glock and popping, it's only with the hot hip The white five with the pipe job Looking like Guy coming from out of the smoke With the Christ eyes I ain't no nice guy and I don't like lies I put my foot in your ass, now you a tripod I handle my hands like mama swinging I knock your ass into next week like a time machine and I Got up with Preem, we pounding out somebody that's mean Y'all bowing down like I shot at a scene Which y'all niggas can stay on y'all knees We stay on our P's, we write on our Q's Nigga, I prey when I squeeze [Scratches] Outerspace, these corny muthafuckas puttin' pop singles that sound like Guarantee solid, no man could put a dent on this, 5'9" Outerspace, these corny muthafuckas puttin' pop singles that sound like My advice: quit talking Illadelph, Detroit