Chaos - Bury All lyrics

[Verse 1: Chaos] I'm the hero you looking for ain't I Long hair hard ball the oddball A.I Only difference between the 7 Sixes of Chaos Come before a bridge and hook made to slay ya I'm putting nails in caskets of many rappers I'm problematic my hammer is working like thor in action Automatic a psycho alarm A spike from my arm First nail in the coffin First verse of the song [Hook] And here's another hit Bury Yall He Gotta be crazy He Gotta be crazy He outta here baby [Verse 2: Chaos] Unless all the fame is a ma**ive mendacity I'll do ten tracks to reattach to the amba**ador My raps could stand back at Ca**idy if it had to be And have the great Ca**ius concur he ain't as bad as me Actually all my verse are pa**ive but still attacking A contradiction of mercy in tact while I k** cats If talent was scaled by ego I'm the blasphemous god in person And you bow to me as I stand on a balcony reading verses A wordsmith and a blacksmith my actions are mirrored proper Repairing with iron fists 3 hammers and a chopper I'm RZA put a hand in the air but I am going farther I'm over throwing the throne the heir to the don dada I'm the Godfather, Chao pack of distraught mobsters Think of Jason Voorhees with Michael Myers and rock monsters Zombies and a world of Romneys, you're in some hot water Bombers from all directions you're sorry if you caught thought of The fact that you haven't met Chao Pack yet just our sponsors We sitting back letting our soldiers attack bosses You got a nice little song, custom ice in your arm I quote you're just a joke he got the same thing on Every monkey do all wanna claim King Kong I'm the dragon dragging havoc to the flames beyond I'm the legend they will never mind you lame pieons k**ed your career we at the fame seance [Hook] Bury Yall He Gotta be crazy He Gotta be crazy He outta here baby [Verse 3: Chaos] This is the final nail in the coffin For those who talking I gave you the chance to change reappraising ya options A goblin coming to gotham, to make gobble. the sausage They hanging off of em prolly should go on ahead and swallow Ain't been nice since the prom Dice with a bomb Bout to roll em make em fall that my righteous devoir Tonight coup de gras Lightning will form In my arm and you'll perceive my right as a wrong A mic is my might and I'm fighting the song So as long I my mic working right I'm at war I'm the little tike wit a hyphy flow From the ATL where the life be slow But the girls be fast, every night be shows And I might be the one who the lightning stroke Electrified left the rest behind Practice and exercise made me the best alive Let's see the freshest I'm writing the poems Here's another hit two mics in a song Bury All [Verse 4: JoshDaTruth] You pray for someone honest in the booth I am the truth A crown on top of me R.I.P on top of you Bury Y'all and everybody knows The sh** ya'll spit is corny call it pinky toes Diminishing flows and the hoes are after me Yes they're on my joc they're on my dumb athlete They shrinking I'm growing This rap game I own it I X my opponents at the top like exponents I'm a rapping judge and your flow is void Y'all don't make sense you're unemployed Speaking of money young n***a on a mission Listen, no tryna be broke like dishes b**hes, cars, and clothes those the goals Picking on these n***as I call them afros These boys blind they can not see me Yes I was chosen don't wonder like Stevie The comp is so slow I pray they get faster I be k**ing n***as I'm like a slave master Flow so sick I'm in the booth Coughin' And still bury y'all put the nail in the coffin