Outerspace - Divine Evil lyrics

[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*