narrow grave

yeah yeah. kamachi

planetary

king syze. yo! they love the way i pin a champ

under a tinted lamp hear my voice blast from a vintage amp

i kill the reciters of lies

get burned by the fire from the light in my eyes

it's kamachi

possessed by the pharaoh ways

underground like where the dead bone marrow stays

the spot where you breath is where the arrow lays

a sideways death for a narrow grave

my shit hit hard like an arab raid

we blow up

ain't no need for a barricade

they looking for good luck

like a barrel of jade

they looking

so stuffed when the barrel is sprayed

since the five perfect exertions

they waited afraid

the devil caught from the tower on the table is slayed

pussy!

fall back

fold up

rappers is so tough

until the army roll up banging that cold crush

we send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched

lock and load up

post up

toast up

hey yo

my vocal duel

payments hiatus save the local crews

only the chosen few can ride with the most explosive crew

but not you

jealous ones they envy us

cause we spit venomous

until books remember us

hell fire embedded in us

plus sins condemning us

it's just what i write

ignite cop killers and predators

i be like this

best believe i can't be ignored

spitting metaphoric

until the chosen child is aborted

when my mind's in orbit

forces knock you out your high horses

deal with high sources

until the meal is five courses

the flames is high

when my brain and the train collide

under much needed change in time

the game is mine

i build strength through the niggas that be hating me peers

but it's the army

part of me ya'll been waiting for years

from a small block

hip hop

busting my tool

king syze

dope shit

what can i say

man

it's nothing new

fall back

fold up

rappers is so tough

until the army roll up banging that cold crush

we send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched

lock and load up

post up

toast up

i'm a scientist in the lab

with a violent twist and a gift of gab

pharaoh tongue that can lash through your clique and stab

from the days where you carried screw drivers

in back pockets in case you had to prove that your crew lava

we was painting on your property

and until this day i still got rookie niggas out trying to copy me

planetary nigga

q-d original

smooth criminal

bash your mental

bruise your physical

there's something about the evilness of this track

that makes the heaven's gates close

and the tabernacles crack

in fact

it separates all the lies and the facts

it makes you see the light right before the sky turns black

it turns boys to men

it turns toy soldiers to generals

innocent motherfuckers graduate to criminals

it makes you think twice about who you are

it makes you feel like death coming every sixteen bars

fall back

fold up

rappers is so tough

until the army roll up banging that cold crush

we send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched

lock and load up

post up

toast up