Outerspace - Raw Deal lyrics

*Girl whining on telephone* (Chorus - Planetary) Be careful who you talk to The places that you walk through You never know when somebody is creepin', tryin' to hawk you Better grab your gat too 'cause n***az will attack you And blast you, right behind your back 'cause the cash rules (Crypt the Warchild and Planetary) Yo Industry rule number four thousand and eighty: Record execs are made shady for gravy Protecting your neck can save you and save me We step on the set, like f** you, pay me Give 'em a chance, and they'll take food from your babies And stress you out, to drive a grown n***a crazy Now ain't that crazy? You ain't kiddin', man They run for cover when the sh** really hit the fan The snakes in the garden, pray on your downfall Abondon sh**, it's hazardous, and they can drown y'all Exploit your people with a image, they can clown y'all The voice of evil in your ear, you hear the sound, y'all (Chorus) (Planetary) Yo Ain't nothin' worse than a sheisty b**h She'll take cream in your credit, the ice and the whip Your life and your kids, you're flippin' your lid Kicked out the crib A baby on the way, you don't know who's it is It might be yours, life on pause, nights on tour You try to call the b**h, but she yappin' the jaw You feel like smackin' the who*e She contacted the law Like you never smacked her before Why she actin' all raw? *Talking* (Planetary) Yo Just to clarify, I'm Planetary, I terrify Prepare to die, dawg, but never try I am the next millenium rapper Got you trembelin' after the shots blown from the stage Every sentence I master, n***a Toxeeded, Philly to Chi-Town town even panics at the ground bleeding When they hear the sound of demons I'm fiending this seed of blood dripping from heathens The reason underground and mainstream had a meetin' I'm lookin for liquor to drink away the pain But when the store close I cut my wrist and drink it from the veins That's in me, Crypt, you you feel me? A basket case, we take souls from their bodies, a blast of??plates?? On fire for real, and I retire my deal It don't matter, I still got wounds and I'm too tired to heal Every rhyme is for real, and I'ma break these adams I've been spittin' since ninety one, you can't erase this pa**ion (Crypt the Warchild) Yo I see this n***az, think they big and they bad Whylin' out in the club and??duck?? pissin' in bags And I ain't even got to use a clip or a mag I use a twelve inch blade to split sh** when I'm mad Let you rot six days, 'til the stinkin' is bad Let my pen print rage when it sinks in the pad, homie So get it right, I'm a murder machine Stampeded through the wilderness to murder your team Cats bleedin' like I slit they wrist, burstin' their dreams Guaranteeing you'll be feelin' this, superb when I glean I spit fire, h*mocidal, and there's no reasoning Get drunk, bury the needle, k**ing season is in Headhunt, buryin' people in this steep full of sin I'm leatherface with a chainsaw, splittin' your chin So don't approach me with no lame talk, as simple as grim Unless you like to see your frame choke again and again, n***a (Somebody talking) Now that's what I'm talkin' about, man Murder these motherf**as, dawg We outta this b**h, man, meet me at the motherf**in' bar