The Killing Fields (feat. King Magnetic & Vinnie Paz)

() Crypt Yeah, AOTP, ok, King Mag, Vinnie P, whadup nigga? Yeah, the real is back cocksucker, this is 08 A lot of people show love, people sho' hate A lot of niggas fall back but I won't wait This doe will be made, I motivate to those states We build destroy only just to keep building We kill the noise only just to reach millions Time to step my game up, change myself I neva point the finger I blame myself I make this music for me, refuse to sleep He who works hard, he usually eat We two but we deep, we grew some more beat We Q to the D, we glued to the streets Who's who when he speak? That dude is a key He who barks loud, he usually sweet Maneuver the beat, paralyze the bassline Dismantled kick snare and I neva take time Laid on the line even if it takes mine Laid on your mind even if it takes nine Shots to your melon, Cerebellum on the Stateline Spit 20/20 Primetime like its Dateline Everything is real in this field we walking We talking, we start this, no comp nigga We lock shit down And this shit gon' burn All day you in the way, Paz it's your turn This is ignorance at its finest I'm most high like Dalai Lamas I cock back the four/fifth put you in pajamas I don't think that I even needed my fist to stop it My word bond it's similar to a Prince's promise I shoot 3 at you three times like Clinton Thomas Fuck around wit Pazi and get you hit wit llamas I ain't even really trying to go war wit you I'm just gon' let you know that I'mma let the four hit you Put you in the Tabernacle let the Lord hit you Send you to the blue Mosque let Allah get you Break your jaw wipe the mothafucking floor wit you Break your jaw wipe the mothafucking floor wit you Brrrrrrrrrrrrrtttt... Brrrrrrrrrrrrrtttt... Brrrtt... (Planetary talking) That's why they hate you nigga Stop that, let's do it (Crypt) Everything is real in this field we walking We talking, we start this, no comp nigga We lock shit down And this shit gon' burn (All day you in the way, Plan it's your turn) I drink wine out the holy Tabernacle, its shackles Throwing that ludicrous shookeries, that Judas statue Planetary get at you wit Warchild at the chapel It's rotten like Adam's apple that infested the battle I ejected poisonous outta my brain to tame Evil thoughts that arose as we toast to fame As we say a prayer for the fallen labels As we eat the Last Supper off Angie's table Breaking bread wit the Army Sound of the streets called me Satan's messenger tried to harm me But he ain't stronger then me, NOPE!! Mag I'm just like Moses I call the rules of the game as I walk in the ocean This is what we like to call poetry in motion Catch us overseas wit the crowd wide open It's the New Testament Heaven sent so bow down Kiss the ring of the Lord, man our time is now Everything is real in this field we walking We talking, we start this, no comp nigga We lock shit down And this shit gon' burn All day you in the way, Mag it's your time The jig will cause a drip in your throat like you blew Hov You only see the burners when they use like a new stove I'm too old for new roads, too cold to warm up to new hoes Do shows for two O's and two buck The two bucks will do something, too much Move up, move out, you bruise up, shootout or shoot up At odds wit my new luck, I'm nos when I'm souped up In arms wit a toothbrush, if God couldn't rule us Then God doing too much, I'm one in a million Meaning five thousand others is wanted for killing Outta five billion I'm the one or the runner up Twelve bars you almost on my dick like my gun is stuck