Crooked I - Collateral Damage lyrics

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Crooked I - Collateral Damage lyrics

[Verse 1: Phantom] Metaphor mastery, microphone battery Crews looking like high school tragedies Spitting emphatically, I get verbally raw Telekinetically fry, I ain't circus[?] you boy Don't piss me off it will be your loss I'll exploit like The Incredible Hulk's forearms Look, I'mma straight test the spark I'll punch your chest so hard your spine will look like a questionmark... [Verse 2: Chino XL] Yo n***a what, what, what, the real meaning of what What's the last question I ask before I f** your a** up? You swimming in blood like Johnny Weissmuller pretending Tarzan Verbal battering ram without Brad Pitt in Troy Your Achilles tendon in not defending the honor of father[?] One of my verses is strong enough after I spit sh**, you don't pack adequate to get swang We ain't laughing with you We be laughing at you like William Hung Kong, drag 'em to the tormenting Morbid twister world of hurt Paralyze from the eyebrows down Wishing that you were never born Breathing air, clouds going out of your nostrils Apostle[???] A barrel hotter than the Mohabe [??] Shells tearing your body, shooting the [?] from your kemosabe Understand me? sabe? I make money like Ronald Reagan ressurected back in office If you mad, say you mad You be the man to [?] any rhymes Poison Pen has I'm incapable of writing anything other than ill Chino: Tarantino sk** Sicker than eighty [?] [Verse 3: Crooked I] Oh you sh** talking n***as better find your muzzles[?] You buff working out n***as, I Tech-9 your muscles If you got it in your mind to tussle, fight to struggle[?] I puzzle, I'll bust your bubble, your life's in trouble When the semi-auto and Glock spray, you say "stop" I say "God, they pitching putos, idiotic mayates" Psychotic, catch as many bodies as Scarface Periodically we bury them n***as out of your space[?] Snitch on young Crooked? no you won't You know how many crimes I commited? no, you don't That's the point, snitch n***as is fast to point Their finger at you, if it help them skip past the joint And it's probably the same ba*tards that you pa** the joint When incriminating information are pa**ed to [?] I got the whole world respecting a G I'm only dope 'cause real n***as excpect me to be Consecutively, and never think of stepping to me I got a Masters at k**ing, now that's murder at a second degree Hating n***as can all die The way I give you shots in rails[?] Is similar to Generals bars fly[?] And I'm the only giant walking under Gods eye[?] My Kobe Bryant formation hard to guard, I I embody the most prolific spitting in specific division Listen I'm dissing, n***as are on trial[?] [Verse 4: Canibus] I try to enjoy my life with paranoid nights I absorb what I write through the orb of light Stand next to the high temperature oven, get s**ed in Fire ya brain and half a dozen Cerebellum muffins When I start to spit you twitch, eyes itch Die quick like an open-mouthed formaldehyde kiss Now you can really say you outta' your mind You alive but your internal organs be outside Scattered across the southside, cause you ran out of rhymes Cut you down to size, fan you with the wings of a fly Jadakiss wanna know why, well so do I The whole world's a big lie and I think I'm inside Now and again, I transform into the fountain head Spinnin' from within, Howard roark with a fountain pen The spirit of Eva Braun on my lawn at dawn I was calm but I still told the b**h she don't belong Try to fathom who wrote the song Try to imagine the pa**ion it takes to grab a mic with a broken arm A message to my brothers, a simple and invisible ink color Cuz' big brother got things covered Bless Phathom, you don't have to search for this no more A piece of your core has now been completed, carry on Whenever I spit bars three quarters of Special Forces pause They wanna see what comes out of my jaws Keep searching for Colonel Kirks til' he put you in a world of hurt One air strike leave your whole world burnt Apocalypse now, I dictate you copy it down Ancient poetry delivered from a modern day mouth Raid your house with a bull horn, call your name out Shish kabob your head from the side, then pull your brains out Make a piggy bank skull, get change from your mouth Make a nice leather pouch with the remainder of your scalp Change it around, rewind it, drop fifty frames out Explain how you disappeared before the movie came out The damage is collateral I let family members on the battlefield, just so they can find the other half of you I recruited you, my battle groups smash your troops Trap you in a everlasting loop "C" to the third power, Crooked I, Chino Xl With Canibus, try to Phathom the smell

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