Under a tinted lamp, hear my voice blast from a vintage amp
I kill the reciters of lies
Get burned by the fire, from the lights in my eyes
It’s Kamachi, possessed by the Pharaoh ways
Underground, like where the bone marrow stays
The spot where you bleed is where the arrow lays
A sideways death for a narrow grave
My shit hit hard like an Arab raid
They blow up, ain’t no need for a barricade
They looking for good luck, like a barrel of jade
They looking, so stuffed when the barrel sprays
Since the Five Perfect Excertions the waited afraid
The devil caught them from the tower on the table is slayed, pussy Vinnie Paz: Chorus x2
Fall back, fold up, rappers is so tough
Until the Army roll up, banging that cold crush
We send shots through your chest and leave your soul touched
Lock and load up, post up, toast up King Syze:
Ayo my vocal duel, payment hiatus save the local crews Only the chosen few can ride with the most explosive crew But not you, jealous ones they envy us Cause we spit venomous till books remember us Hell-fire embedded us, plus sins condemning us It’s just what I write, ignite cop killers and predators I be like this, best believe I can’t be ignored Spitting metaphoric, till the chosen childs aborted When my minds in orbit, forces knock you off your high horses Deal with high sources, until the meal is five courses The flames is high, when by brain and the train collide Under much needed change in time, the game is mine Build strength through the niggas that be hating my peers But it’s the Army part of me, nigga; you’ve been waiting for years From a small block, hip-hop, bustin’ my tool King Syze, dope shit, what can I say man? It’s nothing new Chorus x2 Planetary: I’m a scientist in the lab, with a violent twist and a gift of gab Pharaoh tongue that can slash through your clique and stab From the days where you carry screwdrivers in back pockets In case you had to prove that your crew’s live’r We was painting on your property And until this day I still got rookie niggas out trying to copy me Planetary nigga, Q-D original, smooth criminal Smash your mental, bruise your physical It’s something about the evilness of this track That makes Heaven’s gates close and the tabernacle crack, in fact It separates all the lies from the facts And makes you see the light right before the sky turn black It turns boys to men, toy soldiers to generals Innocent mother fuckers graduate as criminals It makes you think twice about who you are Makes you feel like death’s coming every sixteen bars Chorus x2 <<<LINK>>> www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIZYiIZFxZw
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