Outerspace - Front to Back lyrics

[Verse 1 – OuterSpace (Planetary)] Politically incorrect, the verse make you shake like Tourette's syndrome Set the stage on fire, blowing the wet to dust Burn your upper decks scorch with the arsenal Climb right up, head up put a torch to your article Son, I wrote that type of sh** in 8th grade On the lunch table, feel the sh** OuterSpace make you blaze more mature Lyrical raining a war Rhymes flood and leave blood stains on the floor for sure Alphabetically putting together melodies raw Planetary I'm spitting quickly and swelling your jaw Banned from TV my CD skit Grip mics and yo cast don't wanna see me flip Believe me b**h Q-Dimension leave these hits with A&R's they fall When they read these scripts, you see me with Crypt, Drew, Syze and Des in the skies I flash Then we paralyze the rest [Chorus x2] We came through to give you what you want Q-dimension in the back, five sixers in the front Destro came to give you what you want King Syze—I got ya back Yo, Plan, I got the front [Verse 2 – Destro] Destro—am bias, destroy all choice Yo I'm sick of these n***as stomping out of [?] My thoughts go back to head like bullets Shattering your consonants. Now the rest of your frame is left useless Chance you take f**ing with this QD mini vet You stomped down, covered in blood pits of sweat If you ever make me run again, and chase you clown Call me Satan. 8 rounds to the back for a pound Let's walk, blind the light, turn night to day, day to night, humble gat People think my lifestyle is trife, let's see how trife it is When I set off the apocalypse, and the eternal dragon rises again Make a wish, extra Just hurting n***as on the regular, snap necks break legs arms rip etcetera No need for me to brag about my superhuman capabilities Your whole team was just my example. You keep the memory [Chorus x2] We came through to give you what you want Q-dimension in the back, five sixers in the front Destro came to give you what you want King Syze—I got ya back Yo, Plan, I got the front [Verse 3 – King Syze] Yo it's the mighty, Syzemologist causing apocalypse The sun can't define how hot it get Burn the populous, no way in hell you can conquer this Honor these esophagus rhymes who capture hostages Bring ‘em to the world where MC's are verbally vicious Concerned to earn to where respect continuous Bear witness to rap flow trying to raise my plateau Get on attack mode, and jab yo skull From the stage to the back row, my sound saves souls Explodes to the game of hip hop and takes control And supernatural tongues spit that makes the sun split Ethylene b-hits to make your lungs slit Bleed to d**h punk while I see you when I kick it But beware I still k** tracks with big snares You proceed to a open mic. What for? Planet, Syze, and Des, direct from earth's core [Chorus x3] We came through to give you what you want Q-dimension in the back, five sixers in the front Destro came to give you what you want King Syze—I got ya back Yo, Plan, I got the front