[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi]
f**ing Kamach at your body's [?], get your name
Put on the bodylist, strictly by the homicide hobbyist
Callow for cash, get your spirit, wanna model this
Carefully you're just a size and let the hollow sit
Perfectly, and at norm, too bad you swallow it
Sincerely from the ma** one with the polly grip
Clack you, with that cat, you in the alley sh**
Ridiculous bloody shirt and scriptions is what the [?] did
The nightlight bro, where the dark-skinned pipes blow
I'll put your brains beyond what the skylights show
From trynna tame the beast and leave 'em slain in the streets
And put your actions in a gla** on a mantelpiece
I'll put your body where Mohammed and the camels sleep
Silk stockings on my popping cause I'm a [?] freakful warrior
Check out this funeral home [?] ya, my [?] in your kidneys taking [?]
[Verse 2: Crypt The Warchild]
Yo, it's the gold medallist that can unfold this level, it's irrelevant
MC's battle, I'm too intelligent, my brain pack
More power than freight train tracks, insane cat
Run sh** like Hall of Fame backs
I got the speed of Barry Sanders when I carry handlers
I'm nailing rookies to a cross for having bad manners
My dad slammers a shot of tequila with no chaser
It's in the blood, k**er thriller like I'm Joe Frazier
Or Ali the greatest, my squad be couragious
I pray to god cause it hurt when we lost to the Lakers
I'm just a street n***a dropping it on beats quicker
I speak slicker in the booth and let the beats hit ya
I see pictures of your spirit, it crumbles
I sit back with Chief like two lions, in the jungle
I'm firing bundles of grammar, [?] coaches
I k** your hype man, spit flames and then I lay low kid
[Hook: Outerspace]
We the reason DJs still spinning the wax
And the reason B-boys still spin on their backs (us)
The real reason why this clean in their caps
And the reason real MCs love k**ing the track
[Verse 3: Planetary]
Ey-yo I'm unbreakable bravehearted, equipped to slay target
Tip [?] of gas and stray bullets to trademarket
I'm brainwashing, to the point where a stain's [?]
Must be [?] to reach your words, so lay on it
I hate nonsense, [?] spitting the flame garbage
Watch I'll go down in flames in plane's co*kpit
To pay hommage, or wind up like a slain hostage
One double your chest explodes to a strange object
The same profit, in a game for the same topic
I've been a drop for better days so Imma reign constant
I'm on it for your platinum plaques, with a platinum axe
Everything I spit is actual fact so [?]
Kamach and Space, y'all got beef, then cancel that
Was thrown in [?] for the way I dismantle cats
[Hook]
[Outro: Various scratches and samples overlap]
*Outerspace*
*Kamachi*
*Bring the sk**s back*
*You know we can't lose*