Soul Kid Klik - Mortal Combat lyrics

[Infamous Mr. Savage] Who be that ill n***a creepin' out da jungle Wit an axe and a knapsack? Let's get ready to rumble! Tumble through the thresholds of hell in a cipher When I decipher rhymes with the precision of a sniper- Get hyper, get open, get ripped apart I got the crossbow in hand, got the sites aimed at your heart So start your beef if you wanna chief I'm a cut your body up-feed it to the sharks in the coral reef The Soul Kids haven't-nor would the Soul Kids ever Get played. n***as get sprayed, heads get severred! With the lyrics that are relevant..for the hell of it I rip a rapper's frame because my flow is excellent! Yeah! Wit' da ill tune I'm bringing pain soon To the one who imitates me like he's Shang Tsung! And ya know we can't have that The Infamous is well-trained in the art of Mortal Combat! [G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] My style descends from Italian witticism Coveyed upon an arc from Roman Catholic mysticism Illuminati tracing chalk around your body! A sick phukking animal like a Rap John Gotti Conducting cla**es through the gla**es of Al D'Amato I'm out to cause change like the d**h of Castellano- G-Clef, in ya ear produces fear.. Vibrations that inflict like the horns of a steer! I write raps in Latin, translated for my rituals To Gregorian chants, to soothe my savage wrants My Mortal Combat is a "mirror match" Between two opposing poles of a Gemini Sun's soul! I'm laying tracks at the Vatican-in Rome With such a sick tone, the phukkin Pope is panicking! He wanna battle? He must be joking! My A.S.R. will leave his SP-12 smoking! [Storm Da Ghetto Mutant] Storm representing like the weather Y'all b**hes is cold fronts, I flow once, you'll Feel my rains of terror.. I'm scaring n***as like "Lorena" with some scissors A Ghetto Mutant, climbing ya walls like The Lizard The Black Sonya sk**ed in nine degrees of Combat Mortals that react get their spine ripped out they back! You blowin up? So watch me drop you like a load Blow my kiss of d**h to make your phukkin' a** explode! [Blakspik] Let me flip the script on the real, I wanna bug! Cuz here comes the man Allah fashioned in black mud! Run for cover! My sh** is unstable.. You savor-the flavor-the n***a spitting razors! I'm heading for Armageddon with two clips loaded So n***a start running-it's da Blakspik that's coming! I walk on the block with my Glock on lock And if ya get froggy that's it baby pop.. PBOW! I hit ya wi' a style..ya wet up.. Some new improved sh** that cold f**ed ya whole head up So step up, and dance with the devil if ya froggy I lock like a Maspeth when I take your last breath.. Run for cover, I'll take ya tape recorder And bag ya crew...in alphabetical order! Y'all know my steelo, so what's up knokka? Mortal Combat from the Puerto Rican spear-chucker! [Goodfella Mike G.] Word is bond from the Bush to Malaysia I'm wacking shmuck stoonads like I'm Albert Anastasia The greaseball guinnie with the flav of saltin bakka I'm ice like Gravanno, slicin' s**ers like 'Baraka' Blood Honor...unveil the vile 'Reptile' drama Now I slam on the jam like Sam Giancana So run to the hills like Iron Maiden Cuz I spark mic's with lighting like the thunder god 'Raiden'! Volare' Wo-oah! I freeze emcees like 'Sub-Zero' DeNiro of the mic, a man of respect ya love to fear I harpoon ya like 'Scorpion'... (get over here!) Goodfella Mike G., you know the flow's mafioso But emcees be so-so, and chicken, like orzo While I'm catching wreck like Mike Piazza And shooting gift like Mancini with dat Boom-Boom-ZAZA!!!