Celph Speaking]nWhattup whattup whattupnn[Crypt Speaking]nYo, OS, Celph Titled babynWhat's goin' downnn[Celph Speaking]nMy niggaz, yo spit that shitnn[Crypt The Warchild]nI'ma known beast sick with it full blown speechnBuryin' bones deep beneath the stone streetsnStampedin the globe deep with the Pharaohs so don't sleepnWe flame arrow your dome piece but when these cannibals go eatnI'ma cannon with no leash no hammer and no heatnSpit at random anytime acapella with no beatnBelieve me dog cyclop vision I see through fognY'all transparent niggaz on tape I see through y'allnLike a crystal ball, my dogs gnaw till ya tissues gone shooknWhen niggaz ran to they pistols to hit you hardnThis games a fixed neck, go ahead and pick your cardnLike playin' Russian roulette by yaself on a trip to MarsnI break atoms in the same fashion I spit these barsnPut barbwire on my mic rip it tight till it slips and scarsnOuterspace get it right we shift and drift from y'allnOuterspace get it right we shift and drift from y'allnn[Outerspace] x 2nIt's a revolution, a new state of mindnWe bringin' hip hop back with new ways to rhymenYesterday it was dark but today we shinenTryin' to make the best out these last days in timenn[Planetary]nStick me in a room with a track Celph Title madenNo tellin' where my ink flow it's like a tidal wavenBattle emcees dog I survived those daysnNow it's murderous spittin' fire those pyros cravenMakin' joints from the gutter, the grittiest rhymenSorry if you think I'm rude I get too shitty at timesnI'm with Crypt on barstools talkin' rep, cars and poolnTryin' to build foundation with no garage and toolsnWith a squad that bruise anybody who actnOutta order Q-Demented will demolish you catsnOutta water outta food, we grisslin' niggaznDon't speak, cuz you know your body fittin' in riversnDon't sleep, does who slept don't pose a threatnWe runnin' with the Army now Pharaohs to the deathnWe are, what you hard renegades wanna benWe spit regardless, no matter center stage or the streetnn[Chorus] x 2nn[Celph Titled]nYo, first off let me say fuck you and fuck dead homiesnYou got beef with me you got beef with my croniesnAnd when it come to machineguns, we fire Tommy's like SonynLeave you missin' from your tribe like JahrobeenWe block buster spot rushers; my shots musta'nLet off from the glock and sprayed you down like crop dustersnI rock mustard color Timbs the same ones that busted ya chinnCelph Titled and Outerspace the spicks is at it againnGet a number for it to drop throughnSee me with a 4-4 when I drop throughnThat's my bitch and I don't think she likes younAnd all that bullshit about let there be lightnIt wasn't that easy plus I gave life to ChristnImmortalized my story noticed that I eternally repnBring mother Mary to Maury Povich paternity testnTheir ain't a nigga that can play, that's preposterous GnCuz I'll make sure ya album is released posthumously