Outerspace - 151 lyrics

[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild] Let it be known from the gate yo I ain't cut no coke Don't let me hear that in your raps or ima cut ya'll throat Throw your sham in the air while I puff my smoke Green bottles red sauce till im numb and broke See these bucks in the street, im the one they quote And got 'em stuck to this beat from the stuff I wrote Dedicated to those who let they rusto glow Lyrics husky on the track and let they muscles show And if you can't rock a problem its a must ya'll go When n***as talk a lot of rap but can't conduct no flow And ya'll could give me any beat and i'll spit regardless 7L scratch it up, till his mitts is claw less Dont invite us to the lab, if it ain't fit in our list Cause my dogs spit out sounds till they lips is jaw less Ya'll in the k**er fields when its time for harvest Step into these vets when ya'll cats is novice Ya'll never been to war dont even know what Nam is Until I spit from the trees, and close your coffins [Hook 1] Where my n***as on the streets at? Where the money at? we need that Where the mics? where the techniques at? we need that Running underground music we eat that This year were bringing beef off the meat rack [Verse 2: Planetary] Im a menace to microphones murdering your militia I manufacture move, I creep like Caterpillars Shattering n***as, Transform into bad gorillas Lyrics will burn stages ya'll all f*gs we k**ers Space rebel, im above you like eight levels Ba** and treble extinguishes brains and breaks metal I slay devils, Planetary the Apostle Known to leave bodies my vocabulary hostile Mercenary with a third optical lens Underground street serpent, put a stop to your trend Blocking your men from making any move Heavy twos, every j**el Resurrects now my legacy cruise A loan shark, I lend out cash ya'll bones part With neon nikes you see me in the zone dark We own hearts, fight phantoms im like cannons Im a cannibal spitting a ghetto anthem [Hook 2] "151 one sip will make a n***a flip" -Nas "Must have been puerto rican rum" - Big Pun [Verse 3: Crypt the Warchild] Ayo we been bad since the days of LL and Sinbad Now take a fifth to the chest like McNabb My clique stabs this body blows and quick jabs Scorching I Be royal the pot ya'll stiff drabs [Verse 4: Planetary] I shift past your whole regime with this trash Unadulterated it obscene I spit gla** Sick grammar Ya'll be k**ing your road manager Flowerful force k**ing 57 pa**engers [Verse 5: Crypt the Warchild] Dr. Banner incredible Hulk I mistake Bannisters Whether they spray hammers, or spray paint canisters Man from the dead and this ain't no Saint Lazarus Never speaking after this, I hate amateurs [Verse 6: Planetary] If you hate Scavengers raw hate im space after this I will annihilate and blaze you fake activists Im too treacherous, bruise ya'll crews next to us Coming for the world [Hook 1]