Guns Theme (feat. King Magnetic, Ruste Juxx & DJ Revolution)

歌詞

[Celph Speaking] Whattup whattup whattup [Crypt Speaking] Yo, OS, Celph Titled baby What's goin' down [Celph Speaking] My niggaz, yo spit that shit [Crypt The Warchild] I'ma known beast sick with it full blown speech Buryin' bones deep beneath the stone streets Stampedin the globe deep with the Pharaohs so don't sleep We flame arrow your dome piece but when these cannibals go eat I'ma cannon with no leash no hammer and no heat Spit at random anytime acapella with no beat Believe me dog cyclop vision I see through fog Y'all transparent niggaz on tape I see through y'all Like a crystal ball, my dogs gnaw till ya tissues gone shook When niggaz ran to they pistols to hit you hard This games a fixed neck, go ahead and pick your card Like playin' Russian roulette by yaself on a trip to Mars I break atoms in the same fashion I spit these bars Put barbwire on my mic rip it tight till it slips and scars Outerspace get it right we shift and drift from y'all Outerspace get it right we shift and drift from y'all [Outerspace X2] It's a revolution, a new state of mind We bringin' hip hop back with new ways to rhyme Yesterday it was dark but today we shine Tryin' to make the best out these last days in time [Planetary] Stick me in a room with a track Celph Title made No tellin' where my ink flow it's like a tidal wave Battle emcees dog I survived those days Now it's murderous spittin' fire those pyros crave Makin' joints from the gutter, the grittiest rhyme Sorry if you think I'm rude I get too shitty at times I'm with Crypt on barstools talkin' rep, cars and pool Tryin' to build foundation with no garage and tools With a squad that bruise anybody who act Outta order Q-Demented will demolish you cats Outta water outta food, we grisslin' niggaz Don't speak, cuz you know your body fittin' in rivers Don't sleep, does who slept don't pose a threat We runnin' with the Army now Pharaohs to the death We are, what you hard renegades wanna be We spit regardless, no matter center stage or the street [Chorus X2] [Celph Titled] Yo, first off let me say fuck you and fuck dead homies You got beef with me you got beef with my cronies And when it come to machineguns, we fire Tommy's like Sony Leave you missin' from your tribe like Jahrobee We block buster spot rushers; my shots musta' Let off from the glock and sprayed you down like crop dusters I rock mustard color Timbs the same ones that busted ya chin Celph Titled and Outerspace the spicks is at it again Get a number for it to drop through See me with a 4-4 when I drop through That's my bitch and I don't think she likes you And all that bullshit about let there be light It wasn't that easy plus I gave life to Christ Immortalized my story noticed that I eternally rep Bring mother Mary to Maury Povich paternity test Their ain't a nigga that can play, that's preposterous G Cuz I'll make sure ya album is released posthumously