Outerspace - Demonic Prophecies lyrics

[Verse One: Planetary] I came across a cross on fire, threw it at the altar for hire I be spitting so awkward I'm tired I roll with shooters who's up in this b**h with the Rugers I drip mic in the fluid, I'm the illest and truest I move with my units, I'm unified with goons We mobbing, I'm taking your life for the price of a car at the auction Don't take much – yeah, times is hard, yo Bill got the revolver poking out of the Volvo Uh huh multiple heaters out the two-seaters Riding 9 to 5 rallying hard for Mumia I speak true ether, either you hate or love it I break your face in half without breaking the budget f** it – I'm as rugged as Brownsville, Badlands Down by them k**adel, it's all real Ya'll ill to them n***as on your block posted I can't tell, and it's not cause I'm not focused [Hook] {x2} We came from the days where you had to watch what you say Respect the older gods or they had to wash you away Tables turned, now we the ones to bury your body Demanding respect, don't know? You better ask somebody [Verse Two: Crypt the Warchild] Everybody gotta die, suicide, homicide Everyone got heat – Bowling For Columbine I swear I'm out my mind, out to shine, out for mine k** everyone if they insist on dropping dimes Razorblade your eyelids, sleep on me now Chill your voice box – you speaking like a f**ing child Y'all don't want it now, y'all don't want it never Y'all don't want a war with us y'all n***as know better We spot-rushers, whole team come crashing in The block cover, that's how we trap em in Lay it all on the table, this time we cashing in You either love it or hate it we got em panicking Don't make me tap your chin, black out, pa** the Henn Masked men, black tims, got your block collapsing in You wanna come to where we at, sneak a ratchet in I catch bodies all day – human trafficking [Hook] [Verse Three: Ill BIll] Demonic prophecies, sci-fi odyssey Motorcycle shootout drive-by's and robberies Sheeps and wolves, creeps and goons, sleeps for ? Peep the sour dies and shrooms Desert Eagle heat, Desert Storm fatigue, Heavy Metal Kings On a private jet injecting h**n Nawh homie let me chill, that's my uncle's habit Rein in the TEC, don't make me pop the trunk for ratchets Ill Bill & Outerspace calculate which route to take With every single chess move we make mountains shake Count the cake, a hundred thou apiece It's a nice amount to make I'm about to put it down payment on a house today Never stop whether rhyme or crime, line for line It's always prime time to shine The cult leader with the chrome nina, I call it Lolita I set the Lama on fire, you better call PETA [Hook]