Outerspace - Front to Back (feat King Syze & Destro) lyrics

politically incorrect, the verse make you shake like tourettes syndrome set the stage on fire, blowing the wet to dust burn your upper decks scorch with the arsenal climb right up, head up put a torch to your article son, i wrote that type of sh** in 8th grade, on the lunch table, feel the sh** outerspace make you blaze more mature lyrical raining a war rhymes flood and leave blood staines on the floor for sure alfabetically putting together melodies raw planetar im spitting quickly and swelling your jaw banned from tv my cd skit grip mics and yo cast don't wanna see me flip belive me b**h q-dimension leave/ly / lead be these hits with a&r's they fall when they read these scripts, you see me with crypt, drew, size and deZ in the skies i flash then we paralyze the rest/ chorus: we came through to give you what you want q-dimension in the back, five sixers in the front Destro/ came to give you what you want, kingsize i gotcha back, yo plan i got the front chorus Castro al bias destroy all choice yo I'm sick of these n******gs stomping out of annoi my thoughts go back to head like bullets shattering your consonants now the rest of your frame is left useless chance you take f**ing with this q the minivet you stomped down, covered in blood pits of sweat if you ever make me run again, and chase you clown call me sadie 8 rounds to the back for a pound lets walk, blind the light, turn night to day, day to night, humble gat people think my lifestyle is trife, let's see how trife it is when i set off the apocalypse, and the eternal dragon rises again make a wish, extra just hurting n******gs on the regular, snap necks break legs arms rip excetera no need for me to brag about my superhuman capabilities, your whole team was just my example you keep the memory chorusx2 yo it's the mighty, seismologist causing apocalypse the sun can't define how hot it get burn the populous,no way in hell you can conquer this honourous osof*gus rhymes who capture hostages bring em to the world where mc's are verbally vicious, concerning to earn you where i smack ? continous bear witness to rapfold trying to raise my platou get on attack mode, and jab yo skull from the stage to the back row, my sound saves souls, explodes to the game of hiphop and takes control and supernatural tounges spit that makes the sun split ethylene b-hits to make your lungs slit/ bleed to d**h punk while i see you when i kickit/ but beware i still k** tracks with big stares/ you proceed to a open mic, what for/ Planet Syze and Dez direct from earths core/ chorusx2