The Underworld 2

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Havoc] H, living on the dark streets get your throat slit Eyes open, nigga better stay focused Got my wolves in here, that kush in the air Make you disappear like Hocus Pocus We done never play fair, give a fuck who care Drink your body at a bad moment's notice You heir to the throne, get aired on the dome Muthafucka, I'm Damien's Omen [Verse 2: Kid Fade] Ready and willing, my pen is seated on penicillin Drilling or filling feelings, or pin it and then I kill it Concealing, my pen is killing The villain that's hitting, drill 'em I'm chilling, able to makin' a million while your blood is spilling Yelling laws, killing cyphers like a holocaust Watch a balled up corpse Catching fire like a Molotov, y'all are falling off Met them out of my peak, Kid Fade, Psych Ward And we're playing for keeps [Verse 3: Johnny Richter] So who am I? Johnny Richter from the West Side Left Coast all day, zombie like all night 'Cause I might size you up then bite Fuck with me, I'll rip your head out your windpipe Got you in a panic 'cause all I did was damage Lycan is my manic antics are outlandish The reason why I fuck a planet There's a band in a bandage Before you get back at it in madness, goddamn it [Verse 4: Kool G Rap] Kill a man for the kilograms Kill a man back from the front with a slug like a milli can Feel a man, nigga ran with a realer clan Still a hand mover, nigga fat like the Thriller dance Silverback you warm up like guerrilla plans Still a band filler, I'm a champ 'n' you still a fan Pop a bottle on the club then we spill a grand Gary Coleman your fucking head with a skillet pan [Verse 5: Chino XL] Let's go! The titan that's rising from the back of the morgue The barbarian created for war Witness the villainous minister boss Spit ridiculous, religious, sickening scriptures With every bit of resilience and twisted wicked voice Simple nobody holds candles to the syllable lord And the temple be careful that's what the symbol of Hanukkah's for Slap a whore dressed like Macklemore right at thrift store I'mma cut above how you niggas think like a lobotomy's for, yeah! [Verse 6: Slaine] Before I self-destruct where I stand today With a hand grenade and just pull the pin I'mma rant and rave, with a can of RAID For you cockroaches in this piss pool of sin This ghoulish grin and this mood I'm in These psych drugs went and got my head all heavy I had the worst verse in the first Underworld Fuck, I'm supposed to be dead already [Hook: Scratches by DJ Illegal] Fire! Reel Wolf Underworld! You know me well! Reel Wolf! Bury you in the Underworld [Verse 7: Necro] Psychedelic, Vicodin microphone villain Trifle like a Rikers felon, I strike your cerebellum Nike acapella, compelling, incredible killing Audible, verbal, recordable murder, homie, I'm chilling Encyclopedia, psycho media, Expedia CDR greedier, music industry CPR Smack you like crack chemicals Pull out the gat and attack generals You're wack, you lack genitals [Verse 8: Ruste Juxx] Victorious, impervious champion I am the streets my footprints stamped in Every rap that I pen, raw A1 Spitting like a motherfuckin' M4A1 Ruste Juxx, my long range accurate Lyrical monster niggas scared to do a track wit' Break backs with the greatest of ease It's Crown Heights, nigga, triple OG's [Verse 9: Kuniva] Somebody tell this chick in the trunk to keep it down If them boys pull me over, I'm pulling them pieces out (BLOW) I thought I told you tell her keep it down Dawg, I did, man, she cool! Then why the fuck her hands and feet stickin' out? I'm trippin', you don't want to see this long-nose I'm grippin' Like Scottie Pippen, I tear through him and the body's pissin' (Blaow!) Kuniva don't be talkin' with snitches, it's not a comedy (Naw) When I crack a nigga up and leave him in stitches Bitches [Verse 10: Sabac Red] Yo, yo, the American drug lords and African raids North American greed, and Europeans relate Australia's finances, Asia is hellbound With nuclear war and an Antarctican melt down A state of urgency so I'm proposing a call To stay focused on the good and the hope for us all Explored seven continents within eight of these bars Crawl out the Underworld and see how related these are [Verse 11: ILL BILL] Black mask like Jihadi John Wax like molly wop Rap's Tommy Chong Burn shrub like Bob Marley's bong Hit that bitch with a gnarly dong Puff in her mouth like Mardi Gras Wipe my dick off on her mother's couch, sorry mom Fucking party on Hung like Donkey Kong And in control like Marley Marl Exploding cult leader Make that bitch gargle and swallow Then burp up a whole liter [Verse 12: Sean Price] Extort your team, nigga Beef in the street with the pork and beans, nigga Swine on your mind, divine on my grind No time to recline, I'm tryin' to get mine, uh I get it while the gettin' is good I'm good at gettin' it, God, the shit in the hood Boy be shootin', loud shots, noise pollution I'm real, I don't build, I destroy your movement P! [Hook: Scratches by DJ Illegal] You know me well! Reel Wolf! Bury you in the Underworld