Hard to Kill

[Turntablism] "As I come back" "Vents One" "As I come back" [Verse 1] Word 'em up yo Hard to breathe and hard to chill The balaclava mask appeal Eighty-nine pop loud, ghetto blast the fill I'm Seagal, Hard To Kill Marked for death, whatever bastard I miss The karma will get 'em, cause-and-effect, had to let em' roast Get 'em close and hit em' with a fucking holy ghost I left battle rap alone Stuck to savaging the machine, chew and laugh on the bone Shit br kinda nuts when I fucks with the top shelf "Mr. Trials" getting down with your bad self Zapatista, fuck the police yah Take the power back, rhymes ell' beat yah To death, Koresh, Waco, Tex Phone tap or task force, ain't no less Raised around wolves, don't take no mess Born to bleed, designed for death but hard to kill [Turntablism] "As I come back" "Vents One" "As I come back" [Hook] So where we at? We've come to a terrible place Paranoid, clinical, unbearable case Deep in the third rhyme medical waste I reign terror, six dead - federal state And who you be? Vents One, you knew me Low-key, go to work like Kool Moe Dee Need a little bit of land so I could get free Grow my own shit then chill and stay hard to kill [Verse 2] Check it out, yo Ayy, yeah, ayy Killing a terrible thing to waste, post haste But a rock won't take the style, we killing the rock with state of art Que sera, you better pray to Jah Allah, Krishna, Koresh and the Pagan's star I'm the primitive man, lay brick where the pyramids stand In the great southern land Where I roam, prone to outbursts so take my stain with a bad habit Fuck Fred Durst, we Megadeth, rust in peace, it's the ones deceased Re-born then released to rise in the East The sun of a thousand mad men on May The First, survive caesarean birth Residing in material, rank and serial number Born with a barcode implanted in my brain Torture lies authorised by the law, but I foresaw your demise Hard to kill [Turntablism] "As I come back" "Vents One" "As I come back" [Hook] So where we at? We've come to a terrible place Paranoid, clinical, unbearable case Deep in the third rhyme medical waste I reign terror, six dead - federal state And who you be? Vents One, you knew me Low-key, go to work like Kool Moe Dee Need a little bit of land so I could get free Grow my own shit then chill and stay hard to kill