[Chorus: Planetary] Be careful who you talk to The places that you walk through You never know when somebody is creepin', tryin' to hawk you Better grab your gat too 'cause niggaz will attack you And blast you, right behind your back 'cause the cash rules
[Crypt the Warchild and Planetary] Yo Industry rule number four thousand and eighty: Record execs are made shady for gravy Protecting your neck can save you and save me We step on the set, like fuck you, pay me Give 'em a chance, and they'll take food from your babies And stress you out, to drive a grown nigga crazy Now ain't that crazy? You ain't kiddin', man They run for cover when the shit really hit the fan The snakes in the garden, pray on your downfall Abondon shit, it's hazardous, and they can drown y'all Exploit your people with a image, they can clown y'all The voice of evil in your ear, you hear the sound, y'all
[Chorus]
[Planetary] Yo Ain't nothin' worse than a sheisty bitch She'll take cream in your credit, the ice and the whip Your life and your kids, you're flippin' your lid Kicked out the crib A baby on the way, you don't know who's it is It might be yours, life on pause, nights on tour You try to call the bitch, but she yappin' the jaw You feel like smackin' the whore She contacted the law Like you never smacked her before Why she actin' all raw?
[Talking]
[Planetary] Yo Just to clarify, I'm Planetary, I terrify Prepare to die, dawg, but never try I am the next millenium rapper Got you trembelin' after the shots blown from the stage Every sentence I master, nigga Toxeeded, Philly to Chi-Town town even panics at the ground bleeding When they hear the sound of demons I'm fiending this seed of blood dripping from heathens The reason underground and mainstream had a meetin' I'm lookin for liquor to drink away the pain But when the store close I cut my wrist and drink it from the veins That's in me, Crypt, you you feel me? A basket case, we take souls from their bodies, a blast of ??plates?? On fire for real, and I retire my deal It don't matter, I still got wounds and I'm too tired to heal Every rhyme is for real, and I'ma break these adams I've been spittin' since ninety one, you can't erase this passion
[Crypt the Warchild] Yo I see this niggaz, think they big and they bad Whylin' out in the club and ??duck?? pissin' in bags And I ain't even got to use a clip or a mag I use a twelve inch blade to split shit when I'm mad Let you rot six days, 'til the stinkin' is bad Let my pen print rage when it sinks in the pad, homie So get it right, I'm a murder machine Stampeded through the wilderness to murder your team Cats bleedin' like I slit they wrist, burstin' their dreams Guaranteeing you'll be feelin' this, superb when I glean I spit fire, homocidal, and there's no reasoning Get drunk, bury the needle, killing season is in Headhunt, buryin' people in this steep full of sin I'm leatherface with a chainsaw, splittin' your chin So don't approach me with no lame talk, as simple as grim Unless you like to see your frame choke again and again, nigga
[Somebody talking] Now that's what I'm talkin' about, man Murder these motherfuckas, dawg We outta this bitch, man, meet me at the motherfuckin' bar
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