Crypt The Warchild - Battle Cry lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Hahahaha… Yeah, muthaf**as! We're back! Pharaoh clique, muthaf**a! Yeah! Des Devious! (King Syze!) Apathy! Celph Titled! (Kamachi!) Vinnie P.! Outerspace! 7L, ES! [Apathy] I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4 But the IV that leads to the funeral floor Wax gets melted; breaks bones, fractures pelvis Speeds through space and cracks gla** Astronaut helmets Face it, motherf**er I can pay to get rid of you I've got more heads in the hood than Pagan rituals A new tyrannical force for you to fear Known to k** and keep human ears as souvenirs A shape shifter face slitter, paper getter Tape your sister, rape your sister Make your sister take it in the face And if you're facing us, block off a 30 block radius I throw more blows than boxing Dr. Octavius [King Syze] Ever since we made some noise I learned people love a winner We the quality of deep dish rims, y'all the hub spinners Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner Protected by a heavenly force, f** a minister n***as know better, no one's letter is better than mine Everytime I rhyme, it's metal; the terror level is high Plus I testify, it's best you die Then find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies Downsize, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt Clocking in and out of rap, have y'all fiending for work When I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worth Non-believing, make me steaming, make you meeting the earth [Crypt the Warchild] Ayo it's my world and I won't stop And if you stand in my way you bound to get popped In the land where you lay, invade from straight shots I demand that you pay and stray from straight blocks I'm the man that you pray, don't spray the flames hot I could tan in the blaze for days and stain cops I astound and amaze, y'all praise the same god I'm a pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard Have you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all bravehearts I'm a box up your frame and play the same card And I'm out for fame, spacebars and quasars Pharoahs locked the game, no shame, we hate y'all [Vinnie Paz] Yeah! Raw muthaf**in rap! Hardcore sh**! Ninety four sh** Shoot the f**in place up, yeah! [Des Devious] AOTP blast through your army fatigues Damage your team, competition done it with ease Gun in my sleeve cause now a days homicide is my steez Collecting my cream, I'm living your dream and peeping your scheme Put you on lean from right hooks, pausing your jux You fake crooks need to hit them books Learn the rules of the game Two to your brain, three to your frame, incredible pain You getting drenched in that November rain We the opposite of that whack sh** Trash man of clap rapping, you die, trash it Five six professional a**a**ins Rocking these mics and repping my fam' with pa**ion Remember its Q-Dement', you ba*tards [Esoteric] Tell your man and your parents We be demandin' ten grand an appearance At a minimum my venom damage your lyrics We be like Manny Ramirez, comes out in fall With the radical, magical, and emphatical I'mma battle till I shatter your clavicle Call me admiral, raising the temp of the room I'm the emperor, remember I never surrender, I dismember platoons Your petty men are bufoons We send 'em to their doom the second my venom enters their wounds I mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics 2Pac's alive and well, Big L 'The Devil's Son' rise from hell with those lyrics Live in regret, AOTP these shook rappers hit the deck [Chief Kamachi] Courtesy of the streets, make it a microphone Middle East My specialty, only rhymer enveloping my lyric sheets Knock turbans off of sheiks Use a pipe bomb Downtown Israeli boutiques full of dead tourists With they dreams no longer in arms' reach That's what I call 'dealing with calm speech' When I alarm your peeps Inscribed in a peasant's palm is a blessed psalm If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no stepping on My forty-five is my weapon My culture's a holster with seven inch slugs is kept in Squarely I step in, tilting my clips and blue Stetson God is my essence, and you could check these rhymes for reference Adept to any preference, p**y [Vinnie Paz] Yeah baby, kings of the motherf**in' underground Y'all motherf**ers don't want it with us. This that raw sh**, throwback sh** [Celph Titled] I make Evil Knievel music I come through stunting Every verse is the same, just flipped a little something-something Baby I'm crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant Born with an intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship Shoot at your Chicago fitted and knock your socks off Aimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks off I heard you was afraid to say my name on your record Cause you's afraid I'd put your motherf**ing frame on a stretcher I can't change laws sons, that's a government issue But I'll break laws with a gun, that's a government issue It's the Army, we got power in numbers And that's nines, forty-fives, three-five-sevens, and M500s [Planetary] Some people say I'm superior when I sh** it Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous I am a tyrant, I'm Violent by Design I silence the scientific with every line of the rhyme Mozart of street rap, breaking the barriers Space harrier filled with forties and pit terriers Ready to mangle, anybody crossing the line I saw the sign and ran with the army, lost in time Ready for war but won't rock no dick trees I rock mic's, you think it's a hundred and sixty degrees Who stomp crews, batter and bruise cliques k** b**hes and stab you tricks with loose lips [Vinnie Paz] I'm slightly disturbed, Pazienza is nice with the words That's the reason that I'm fly like the life of a bird I don't care if you're dead, let god have ya Cause I'mma stay rugged and raw like Marv Hagler That's something you don't know about me small rapper Nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tapper Allah backer, murder every track that I'm on You just spit a f**ing verse whack then you're gone f** fame, I study the fame closely They build you up, then you get rocked like Shane Mosley It's pain homie, and your blood on my pen It's Army of the Pharoahs and we're flooded with gems