Crooked I - Hit The Deck - Outro lyrics

Let loose on 'em, yea, let loose on 'em Hit the Deck. Crooked I and King Tech (Crooked I) I spit impossible rhymes, full of philosophical lines My phenomenal shine, is leaving everyone of your opticals blind Run you over when it's Apocalypse time Half n***a, half diesel like Optimus Prime co*kin' this nine to pop ya Permanent disfigurement Have you rocking half a mask like the Phantom of the Opera Mach 3 is how fast I drop ya Walk fast, that bothers the speed they clock to Hatchet, as it, deliberately chopped ya You thought you had a win here Like watching p**no flicks with six chicks I'm the hardest n***a in here Straps under you here, we blast like every night's New Year Cerebral hemispheres get blew here No need to cuss and fuss, just Hop out of the bushes scratched up from the brush and bust I make the angriest atheist praise me, if not He's feeling the simultaneous pain of a shot And the shank in his pancreas, maybe it's my instantenous plots The craziest n***a couldn't face me if an alien gave him his thoughts Us kamikazees regulate I strap a bomb under my trench coach And hug you 'till it detonates I was brainwashed by N.W.A and B.D.P I'm the year 2000 version of The D.O.C When Crooked I spot these fake cliques They better be able to dodge bullets like the Matrix or take six I'm so ominenous, and dominant, any improminent hip-hop conglomerate On this continent I'm BOMBING IT!