Sinematic

[Verse 1: Redrum]

F is for we leave you layin' flat out on your block, dude

L is for the line, if you cross it, we pop you

M is for the massive, that's a word that means colossal

FLM, we torture docile rappers in our hostel

We get hostile, bury you deep, you's a fossil

Compared to us, you faggots might as well be singing gospel (Singin')

We get at you, bullets bless you, get it? Achoo!

And paint a picture with your blood like horrorcore's Picasso

Fuck the movie, the real apocalypse apostle (Yeah)

Is back to warn humanity, these beasts have come to mark you

First thеy watch you, then once they gеt you, then they got you (Got you)

Reptilians that wear your fuckin' body like a costume

Linerz run the streets at night like niggas Nosferatu

Smokin' holy ghosts and blowin' spirits out our nostrils

Some said we were dead and gone but we was playin' possum

Been gone for twenty years but yeah, still as hot as El Diablo

[Verse 2: Mr. Hyde]

So now evacuate the planet for the rise of the Satanic

It's dramatic how we shatterin' your frame like it's ceramic

Panoramic paranoia, hectic like a battle royale

Organs splattered on the floor is what we got in store for ya

Grab your skull, then headbutt it, hit you like I'm Razor Ruddock

So now grip the trigger, pull it, brain we infiltrate with bullets

You don't want it with my zombies, honestly we gotta eat (What!)

Our teeth will tear through your Armanis, bodies rotting in the streets

Knives will violate your vessel, wrestle with the grizzly bear

Dead you swift and never give a damn and post a pic on Instagram

Quick to flip and jab you, right cross, left uppercut

I'll pull your cards with no prob like David Blaine shuffled 'em

I cut you, leave incisions, all you bitches come up missin'

Snuff and crush you like the third member of The Demolition

Prayin', wishin' for the fatal shot in hopes that all the pain will stop

Instead you'll stay and rot, you ain't escapin' Salem's Lot

[Verse 3: Gravedigger]

Yeah! Just in case I missed you on the last one

Flatline Massive shine so great because we run with passion

Give me my bread, Devil Dame Dash and I ain't askin'

For a second time I'm takin' action

Hit you with the poker, my spirit will never fold (Nope)

Sometimes you gotta fight the dark side and I'm willin' to go

Sometimes makin' a stand means killin' a foe (Ah)

And draggin' 'em to the graveyard and then drop 'em below

Yo! You can't break me, I'm unbendable

Wrap you niggas up like tentacles (Get over here!)

Call me a monkey and I show you what gorillas do

Chop you bitches up like syllables (Slice, slice)

I've been a fool but I've been wise

These Bed-Stuy guys make you rappers flip more burgers than Five Guys

Keep 'em in line but why I gotta chastise

And have you doin' The Mannequin Challenge when The Nine rise

[Verse 4: Kool G Rap]

Miami Vice type of life in some silk garments (Garments)

High rise apartments, work from Colombian farmers (Farmers)

Black Benz, black rims with the glass tint

Dresses on my women, show they titties and they ass prints (Ass prints)

It ain't no future and you frontin', leave you past tense (Not at all)

I gets it crackin', MAC-10s will leave his back drenched (For real)

Hitmen up on the payroll so lay low (Lay low, nigga)

I throw some bread down on you a-holes, get halos

Like niggas in Waco, when I say so, they blaze ghosts (Blaow)

Leave a gapin' hole in your face when that eight blow

Latino killers, it's Felipe and Pedro

Plaid-shirted niggas that'll waste you for a peso (Yeah, nigga)

Bloody bodies hit the pavement when that pistol shake (Pistol shake)

I turn the grounds at my own estate to Crystal Lake (Uh)

I'll be the last one you encounter with a nickel plate

No Average Joe, I rate the dope from that official weight

[Verse 5: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]

It's Blaze Ya Dead Homie and it ain't just a namesake

Smoke weed from state to state, every day it's a clambake

Some call me an inmate locked inside my mind

Or the monster in The Upside Down, it's feeding time

Block out the sunshine, I hung up like you decline

Appetites is planets so you fuckin' with the wrong one

I'm Garokk! In the Savage Land, understand

Terminus, Lazarus, The Petrified Man

And I'm more than a punchline! Bitch, fuck off and die

Ain't no bitches on this side! Like The North Dakota Pipeline

Stand tall on solid ground, Ghost of Motown

My city! Rep that One Pride

Heart of a lion, we're gritty

Find me with dead bodies, landscapin' the dirt

With my shovel at The Casket Factory puttin' in work, jerk

I am the underground where music defines a writer

Oh! I got my brand new shit, you know it's gotta be fire

[Verse 6: Reef The Lost Cauze]

I'm more than a man, find me in the forest with lambs

.44 in my hand, readin' a Gregorian chant

I lust for bad bitches and luxurious grams

No mortal can do what a warrior can

Yeah, they call me The Champ, you salute where you stand

And if you ever talk shit, you'll recall and recant

Peace to all of my fam, Reel Wolf, yeah, Sensi Starr

Goon Musick, AOTP, my whole squad

All love and respect to the names I name

But when you say my name recognize that I made this lane

Yeah, I made this way, never did a pay to play

I'm a superhero, I'm here to save the day (Day)

That's not an S on my chest

No, that's the semiauto and a vest on my chest

I got my hand on my Nine and my hand on my pump

And one last thing: Fuck Donald Trump

Chump!