Street Massacre

[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