Planetary - The Quickening lyrics

[Verse 1: Planetary] Back at the yard again, horrifying horror harvesting Awkward like my origin, obvious god with a pen Hawking a Benz on your carpet of tens, I'm lost in the winds Offing the officers inside of my office again The offers are in, I'm taking, I'm running, I'm gone Blazing and running I'm drawn, more clips dumping in songs You say something is wrong, asking what planet's he on Earth is my mind is in but Jupiter's what I'm actually on I'm practically spawned from a pharoah, my life different My knife ridges sharper than ice, is it I'm nice with it It got to be that it's probably cause it's obvious in fact It's popping I'm probably polying with lottery stacks Illegal alien desert eagle Damien's partner The bullets make a harder departure, sh**'s a rocket launcher And I'm a monster in under armor The calm of the storm, the horror is on You n***as is barking I'm gone [Verse 2: Esoteric] I paint the town with outrageous sounds, I'm a Pharoah I leave you looking like you Richard Harrow You're back up on my sh** again Say hi to my little friend I'm crushing all you little men Wild cat like I'm Kentucky bred I don't buck the lead I press the lead to paper Pen off another caper, you Wasting time with all them hundred bar verses Cause I murder ya'll and send you home in hundred car hearses Cause you worthless Off to the races I'm quick Cough in your faces I'm sick You don't need a coffin cause I'm probably crematin' your clique Listen I'm making a list and k**ing every name on it Might put the blame on it, track I'm insane on it Dick with your dame on it They call 'em chin up bars, every word you hang on it Like Big Daddy Kane on it Use your brain, you's a lame, ain't no way to soothe the pain Pharoahs putting you to shame [Hook] Come on die now Every time we spit rounds everybody get down Lose your life now Every time we spit rounds everybody get down Take your life out Every time we spit rounds everybody get down [Verse 3: King Syze] Underground king sh**, Pharoahs we breaking the cycle You dead on arrival, we coming and we taking the title We back at it, old school rappers don't want no static Our tour should be covered by National Geographics Carnivore addicts, no suppressing to k** the appetite A rapper's life of smashing mics, n***as just not rapping right Ya'll acting like the takeover, its already happened An arsenal of ratchets if I'm talking backpacking There ain't no acting, I live right in the cuckoo's nest Since the days of buddah blessed, my flow has been ludicrous So who is next in line claiming they repping? But there ain't a weapon that can stop all this natural selection And you can count on the Army man we always supplyin' We like roaches, we always living and never dying [Verse 4: Blacastan] Ay yo we blacked out, trenched down I'm Marley in Trenchtown co*k back, spray rounds, leave you drenched down Run from the loud sound or we be on you like blood hounds Pharoah clique live in your home town We capitalized like we be sticking up pronouns Didn't know you know now, guilty never blow trial Stick you up face down told you we don't play clown When it come to spraying rounds, collapse and n***as lay down Standing here flack planet permanently etched in granite Coward n***as panic, haters simply can't stand it Sail the Atlantic, crushing tours like Titanic We impact the world n***a, gigantic [Hook]