Seven
(专辑: Ritual Of Battle - 2007)
[Planetary:] Yeah! Yo, uh A
lot of rappers try approaching the
omen My poems will punish your people while I'm up at the
podium Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again I'm a
vulture when the
flow go choke your kin Broke, I
leave most of them, slow, I
keep my motioning Eye on the
prize I
silence the
wise, my lyrics make a
scientist cry Making a
secret society expose their purpose Making 'em unleash info and explode in my surface I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless It's show time, there's no time, be ready when the
curtain split I'm hurting shit, too powerful for painkillers On the
concrete jungle we walk like trained guerillas Untamed, and my niggas is Kane, Kool G, Rakim, combined into one frame We like the
new mecca of immaculate rappers Vinnie Paz, call the
goons, now we back with the
clappers [Chief Kamachi:] Yo, remain silent, kill him with what I
mentally says Bloody Fez, choke you like an Indian rez Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a
cannibal smirk Welcome, this where the
murderers lurk It's my mind, that make sure that the
Sun can work Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt Pharaoh sultans, create a
serious cult jam And my hand is where the
tears of the
pope ran They stay watching like they keep me on a
scope cam I'm in Heaven with the
angels that smoke grams You need God, that's why the
earth so damned International, trying to get my flow banned That's cool, if I
don't kick these prayers A
lot of floods and fam' is gonna hit these years Kamachi back on the
chapel stairs Open the
clouds, let the
thunder clap your ears [King Syze:] You wanna put your money up? Then muthafucker then put it For your family's sanity man, I
wish that you wouldn't Niggas got nice flows, just dont know where to put it And I
know your whole life your raps are edited footage And y'all mixtape niggas couldn't see my plateaus All up in my presence, while y'all acting bashful King Syze casting an ecliptic rap flow Y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows From, city to city, intersection to section But you reflexing, with or without a
weapon I'm always stepping, never scared But always and forever prepared Yeah the
ones who drink gas man is revving their gears [Reef the
Lost Cauze:] You now rocking' with the
foulest clique in the
continent Total dominance, rise to prominence In my prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment At this conglomerate, an axis of evil I
know where Osama is, he down in Camp David Down and dirty like a
damp basement The
champ must demand greatness From himself, or be another contender There's hundreds of niggas Dead left under the
river From the
days of slaves To hurricanes in Orleans See my people's graves floating amongst the
waves There's hell to pay, but The
devil don't take checks I
tried to send a
message to God His phone don't take texts I
need a
new plan, a
crook with knowledge Times is hard homie, why I
took them dollars Man, my momma got a
mortgage And my little baby sister need books for college I
rob all of y'all [Doap Nixon:] Hey, yo, they want the
hood in here so they called me first I
give 'em rappers gatorade cause they ball with thirst, UH! This is more than music But these niggas is mad trash That's why the
stores refuse 'em Yo, I'm out in Georgia, went straight to the
block I'm seeing cats motorcycling dawg, I'm doin the
walk I'm an O.G., call my Italian niggas a
wop Though their papers ain't right, but they got weight on the
block I
love 'em uh Hand to hand, see your hands ache I
drunk so much syrup dawg I
stopped eating pancakes Ya niggas cool dawg mine's absurd hot Stop fronting like you's a
killer money, your nerves shot Yo you's a
Paxil nigga, dumping Zoloft in coffee AOTP what exhaust be Can't keep it gear, cause I'm blinging with F's But I
got my mind right so swing your shit to the
left [Demoz:] Nigga if I
had 24 hours to live Fuck 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds Vin I'm driving off a
bridge Broken rib, no windshield, covered in kerosene Gasoline tank filled to the
top Magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces No priest is, strong enough to take me out of my zone I
broke Jesus, choke niggas who squeal Rob niggas who steal, kill niggas who kill I'm too sick for a
pill Man these niggas ain't real, they real fake They say they a
man but they fucking reveal snakes That's when you put 'em in a
truck with their grill taped Rip in reverse then run into a
steel gate I'm a
suicide driver, never been a
liar If I
don't kill you later, I'mma kill you mañana You don't want no problems You don't want no drama Nigga I'mma take a
trip with your baby momma, suicide driver [Celph Titled:] Ya better cross your T's Cause we'll dot your eyes You can say that you specialize but pharaohs will optimize Backstage will get a
bitch back smacked there The
mac glare like dirty south pimp slap clap snares, YEAH! Holy paragraphs, what kind of shit is that? I'm Jesus in the
flesh so this is motherfucking Christian rap Y'all just Christmas wrap, must be the
secret Santa My reindeer aim near, pierce you with the
antlers I
made 'em go easy, and called off the
wolves on my AOTP radio CB Cause y'all ain't worthy of grenades and RPGs Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony Listen to the
hell we make And a
year before your kids tenth birthday came You didn't have to wait for candles on the
cake to see the
nine flame [Vinnie Paz:] Respect a
G, my clique clap at you incessantly I
lay back and drink alcohol excessively It ain't a
rapper that's alive today that's testing me I
got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry A
40 oz and Dutch Master is the
recipe That's my shit there, that'll be the
death of me Give me a
death mask, better yet an effigy I
understand the
math of death and it's complexity I
understand how you was violently murked I
understand how you was raised under the
lies of the
church But understand and recognize that I'm cursed With the
ability to end your fucking lives with a
verse