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