Battle Hymn (Feat. Apathy King Syze Crypt The Warchild Jus Allah Esoteric Blacastan Celph Titled And Planetary)-Vinnie Paz

Battle Hymn (Feat. Apathy King Syze Crypt The Warchild Jus Allah Esoteric Blacastan Celph Titled And Planetary) - Vinnie Paz [Verse 1: Apathy] I travel underground, like the Goonies, with a bag full of uzis Emerging in a corner store where Arabs sell loosies My banger’s on the waist, I never wave it around But I always chamber a round when there’s strangers around Set my phaser to kill, my force field is on max Never relax, study the facts, and stockpile gats Cause the sky’s about to bleed blood out from the clouds This gas mask’s in my backpack when walking through crowds The post-apocalyptic, optic fitted, with bionic circuitry Surgically planted perfectly, no way to word it verbally But extrasensory perception got me detecting Any cop or detective, intercept them, and stop them with weapons [Verse 2: Crypt the Warchild] Don’t hit me with the drama, don’t approach me ’bout no B.I Cause I’m a Pharaoh king, and y’all ain’t worthy of a reply Bodies I’ve caught decomposing on the seaside Catch me river dancing through the bloody waters, knee-high Mind state is cut throat, can’t walk around deprived My team shut it down, and they access will be denied Crown royal status Puerto-Ricans, that’s how we ride Nocturnal foes mesmerized by the streetlights One shot at glory, game will never give you three tries For the haters I’ve murked, they would love to see me die Acid tripping vision, everything look hi-defy Drugs, money, liquor, only things that get me by [Verse 3: Jus Allah] I got a lot of hate, I got to learn to love, stop the date But some days I would rather murder the populate Either way, I gotta open up the cosmic gates Who knows what the future holds, gotta watch and wait I can’t function clear, keep a ton of guns and beer I never sweat it, I get arrested like once a year My gun big as two guns, you should cover your ears Believe half of what you see and nothing you hear Nobody listens, I got a lot of ground to cover Bullets go in one ear and out the other Tucked the weapon in, kicked his face In the blood pool like give him a taste of his own medicine [Verse 4: Esoteric] Impeach the president, I’m pulling out my ray-gun Chuck D’s greatest line and y'all ain’t even thank him Y'all ain’t on my radar, horrible like Hagar Mos Eisleys flow, beats banging on the space bar Haters get mad, start banging on the spacebar Flip over the desk, ought to take it up with HR Your b**ch give Bad Brains, like she work for H.R I be where the rays are, you wonder where the weights are I’m a cannibal, you cats wonder where the plates are I know that I’m immortal why you wonder where the gates are I Cold Crush your Brother like Grandmaster Caz Paz work with the .45 like Lakim Shabazz [Verse 5: Blacastan] I’m from the East Coast ni**a, but I’m still loped out I grew up inside the crack-house, my moms was smoked out You know the kid with the bummy kicks, holes in his jeans Same shirt, chilling on some bummy sh*t Yeah, that was me though, attracted to the metal like Magneto Sneakers started talking like ay bandito Got my own never borrowed or begged for sh*t Now it's on cause I'm rolling with the Pharaohs legit Tired of rappers always rhyming that * Catch at you at your CD signing, with a full clip Now, how you feel about the Pharaohs and the Demigodz? That’s what I thought ni**a, because we large and in charge [Verse 6: Celph Titled] Keep shooters on stash, move and they blast Refugees that came on an intertube with a gat Rubix Cuban ?, but you will respect the handle Spin checks on Windex so I shine the chrome enamel I throw hands with the devil so ain’t much to fear after B**ches cry over me, I’m a top tier rapper American Idol with a wet wipe for you desperate housewives Firecracker go off from my brick, the whole house white And I will outright say that you sorrow I write your favorite writer that you base your style off of I’ll let the Tec blast in ya, if the check cash finish Shells give you a turtle-face, make ya back splinter [Verse 7: Planetary] Sittin with the semi automatics, Sippin henny In the attic, Spittin heavy with the god of the Serengeti blast it, Fast it, Till I downloaded de attatchment, The huger came back and I’m eatin like a savage, Walkin through the laberith, Imagining the snazerith, Throwing more stones at the throne lone catalyst, Puff puff, acid, that ain’t never been me I only had the urge to annihilate the MC, You should ride the 10 speed to cop the top 10 sneaks, Never thought I’d be in Buddhas best Countin 10gs