Prophet Posse - Catch a Blast lyrics

Chorusx4 Step into this ma** And you gon' catch a blast (T-Rock) We keep contact with coffin concealers Heavy narcotic dealers Who confescated spirits Leaving carcases as memorabilia Thats when I clutch your remainders of cash After receiving the papers of pa**ion Insanity Guess thats my simple out-thinking it Caught no remorse that I felt in the past Leaving conceated n***as Face Guard Entrapped a man and the case was Delivering eternal residences In lyrical graveyards n***as playhard I'm equipped with a safe-guard And admit that the danger Not a regret A resistant in domining legion Thats thought to deliver those souls Which tried to presented you Triple pain For your resistful blaims Now you a shrivled blade Stuck in the dungeons of the abyssful flames Lyrical clips so aim Producing blood-red tonics Exorcising demonic My click is thicker than Islamics With poetry, possess game I educate sickness, I meditate victory And how my fame will escalate swiftly If correct moves were made with valid timing Every individual with traits of poverty Would believe thats my dollars climbing Chorusx4 (M-Child) Mackin' Child is who I be Never be facing this rector Controlling the inside our minds Reaching my point in my destiny Where it is said If I went through my bloodlines So come with me I come with you Are you coming into my place Ain't no time for f**ing around I'm bound to stomp a hole in your face Playa-hater Some dummies went into my kitchen And rolled up a blunt I catch him Now come take a puff of this sh** You could really blaze it like the sun My n***a pizz-off He did not believe I could be part of the Six's When I caught the green leprehcan You better believe that was 1 of my wishes If you n***as don't know you ain't heard I'm more than that n***a that is ready for Combat I'd watch my step if I were you When I'm coming there's no time to react Better have your whole masterplan set And I bet it won't work Cause I already figured you Loading up the sh** Slip a mask on my face Nine in my pocket to do what I came to do We ridin' the streets With your punk-a** in the backseat The system is booming so n***as Cannot hear your a** get put to sleep When you n***as be thinking That I am your friend And you think you can bite our style Chop goes your body half into the myst When you f**in' with Murderer Child... (Murderer Child repeats and fades)