Outerspace - Gods and Generals 2 lyrics

[Des Devious] My flow co*k-d, Des be the meanest Pulsating beams on the gat leave you spleen-less Built right in, you don't hold iron, you lying But my license to carry stays tucked, why? Don't let the clean record fool you If they eva found out the dirt I've done They'd throw me under the jail And building of the jail won't talk But instead I'm on your block Twin air brush Glocks claiming all your guap Me and my ace we done took your place Blow the kush in your face while you state your case Disrespectful you know why? We don't give a f** We a lil outta pocket but I dare you to brush your luck You betta duck quick cuz the sound of the four/five busting You running got me love sick You dumb sh** learn the science to the math Or I let my b**h shake you for an hour & a half [Planetary] They need to set steady beef free let Koosy out the gate We need the Hilltop Hustlers back, the Park Side k**az Club Fever, the rap we spit bust ya speaker I'm wit the Gods and Generals throwing up ether You in the land of the poets, where every man is a motive A bulldozing the game, not sure if you notice That Q Dominion is pure focus, raw talent We balance the beams evenly and face the challenge We own up to the name, we spit raps spacely Outta this world, gon' whateva rap take me And even if Planetary ain't the best breathing I leave 'em at loss for words and their chest wheezing You and your man beefing? Let me get on the horn And see how these Voltron n***as will transform We come so deep; man they'll lower the casket Bury us alive, we look up at the streets cracking (Chorus) Des Devious We still Gods of rap, we still Generals Serial k** the track, we pure criminals Disrespect straight up, f** subliminals Disconnect your neck, you're so pitiful [Crypt the Warchild] Yo, when OS in the building, you need to listen up This ain't '94, when will you give it up? I ain't gotta freestyle, I ain't gotta write graph I'm allowed to like cash, I'm about to write math WHAT!?! Hip-Hop is ova, no roots, no culture Every man fend himself, no troops, no soldiers Yo Planet and Des these n***as straight violating I annihilate 'em; spit it live from the mind of Satan Eyes erasing, scheming on the next move, eating on the best food Creaming wit the fresh j**els, stress you, neva the best, who-eva Pick up a mic, spit precise, your crew severed You got few sk**s, claiming like you ill, sounding like Dru Hill Get thrown in the slew k**, QD k**adel P H I A 2-1 Pow! We hold it down, we not for games [King Syze] It's the Gods and Generals, man we back in the building We filling the airwaves wit this sh** that you feeling Y'all try to think; I just write it and rap it I hear the track and smash it, yeah it's time for some action Y'all simulated games, y'all target practice I sit on the globe, n***as ain't on my atlas God forgive me, Lord have mercy To any mothaf**a tryna hurt me Any Label tryna jerk me, I rap on my terms Y'all chill on seed level, I'm deeper then earthworms I'm baiting Satan to a game of chess Ain't no debating untill I lay to rest Yes, I remain the best Forget talk-to-talk, I scream and shout The dream is about getting that green and large amounts We calling you out, yo I headed up the hill Wit the Lion and the guns that you kicking in my ear fam (Chorus) Des Devious