C - Lance - Terrorstorm lyrics

[Hook: Block McCloud] If anybody got a problem with me we just fight Step up to the Gods and you'll see we just fight I suggest you best to take it easy This is AOTP and we'll make you believe we just fight If anybody got a problem with me we just fight Step up to the God degree and we will fight I suggest you check our reputation This is dedication or the devils may come and we will fight [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Listen I could never take an L Same energy that created Heaven, created Hell Keep your motherf**ing mouth shut and just wait for bail That's the first law of the street, you never snake and tell Big guns, big beards, bunch of Chewbaccas Walk up in the Tourneau and cop a few watches So much dro in high school I needed two lockers My Enemy Mine, my enemy Lou Gossett's I ain't trying to listen to y'all, cause you garbage Viktor Vasnetsov, higher when he flew carpets Everybody make money, only few profit Still the same Vinnie, I just got a new logic [Verse 2: Celph Titled] I ain't here to cut the cake (stupid) The f** you think the knife is for? Criminal psychologist; ain't never seen my type before Celph Titled: mother-f**ing manager of manslaughter I'm a mobster, shoot you if you move your hands awkward If I'm running it's from the police If I'm gunning it's at your dome piece Extended barrel that's four feet The steel mag will fold ya (fo'sho) I think of Steel Magnolias when I see your soldiers (that's them?) So come to the fork in the road and get a fork in your throat No father to my style, I am the orphan of flows Yes b**h you can get on my guest list Just know I keep a biscuit in a bag like a McDonald's breakfast [Verse 3: Block McCloud] You ain't truly hard, I pull your car up the boulevard Rob you for your j**elry in front of your groupie squad Cause I'm a full retard I slap you silly, tap the jelly out your capillary Might murk you like Makaveli The armor's on at your worst you're an accomplice A sidekick, you ride dicks You're like an armrest, you'll get elbowed Kick your sh** in with my Shell Toes Shut the f** up, yeah I'm stuck up like Velcro You want a free hook? Hell no You're a p**y cat, I got a douche for that Peel your wig off and push it back Your god flesh will hang off your skeleton when the missiles rang Let's make an official gang, let the pistols bang [Hook] (Never take your eyes off your opponent) [Verse 4: Reef the Lost Cauze] Cause if you do you are obsolete The .9 you see will make n***as jump like Dominique You need to stop rapping when I'm tryna sleep Never trust a fat dude who say he just tryna eat And that kind is me, I smoke that kind of weed You see a ((?)) star under the ganja leaf The flow sweeter than grape jam But still I smack you in your motherf**ing head like Captain Caveman And the church say "Amen" I don't know you n***as, your name to me is "Hey, man..." The righteous at war with Shaytan So in one hand is my son the other 28 grams [Verse 5: Esoteric] E.S. the high priest coming taking them heads Rappers popping sh** on Twitter without taking their meds I see 'em laying in bed, I can picture it now They thumbing through their phone looking for original style Get off your a**, rap Cialis spazzin cats get devoured So call the doctor if it's lasting more than four hours Open the cell, y'all focused as hell I spit acid like the flower on the Joker's lapel I Stand Alone, Complex like the Ghost in the Shell You suffer from a concussion like players post NFL So guard your grill, no trigger tracks take bigger steps I straight body tracks like a stick figure sketch [Verse 6: Crypt the Warchild] f** you similes and metaphors, I'm just tryna settle war I can only self destruct, I am like the Predator Personal vendettas now, I am out to settle scores You don't wanna get involved, you can't walk, run or crawl It don't rain it heavy pour, soon as the Henny pour I don't need grimy b**hes, hoodrats or Fendi who*es Nope. I had to step back but I remain sharp though How you gonna build walls around Cain Marko Love this rap sh** fully but it pays partial Got tunnel vision for the money so it strains carpals I'm Ray Dawson with the hawk, let the spray spark you When these sharks taste blood we never lay off you [Verse 7: Apathy] One inch punch, hits hard as shotgun pumps Knock kids out they Reebok Pumps f**ing punks walk the plank, kerplunk s**ers sunk get slumped Like drunk driving and crashing in tree trunks Backstage, rap groupie s*uts scheming on blunts Bunch of bum a** b**hes in some beat up Dunks Roll that weed up c*nt, tell her we'll meet up front She kinda frumpy but she still could get her D cups humped Every beat that we bump, means somebody got jumped Beaten up tied his hands to his feet to bleed in the trunk I don't understand the reason kids are feeling these chumps I'm kinda stumped... uh duuhhhh, I can't even front I lose a brain cell every time the 808 thump That sh** stunk, shrunk heads like a voodoo monk A wild monkey in a cage throwing doodoo chunks I lunge straight for the throat, blood and guts for lunch [Hook]