Theory Hazit - Tha Catacomb lyrics

Yo, put my CD in the secular section Next to Murder Inc. so I can start resurrecting You wonder who I am? It don't matter, I'm blessing And lifting you up cause you sound depressing Get at me, homie, I'm no longer vexed I don't need a collection plate, you can call me collect And I love battling, little boy, don't get me started You mentally and spiritually and lyrically retarded Now you are healed in the mighty name of (Jeeeee) He's the quarterback, I'm the receiver Touchdown player, I love ya'll haters Rock the mic, make beats and cut with the fader Simple as that, black, you see me grinning Frowning on the pitchers mound and it's 9th inning Barry Bonds of rap, swinging like Roy Jones And when I make contact with the ball, boy, it's on Theory Hazit, no need to mask it The ???? for Jesus ????? in the casket Asking for protecting from the rubble shoved in this catacomb Here to let these little devils have it Theory Hazit, no need to mask it The ???? for Jesus ????? in the casket Asking for protecting from the rubble shoved in this catacomb Here to let these little devils have it I'm hard hitting, hammerhead spitting Wrecking-ball status, freestyle or written Ya'll gotta be kidding, ya'll ain't no k**ers Ya'll still scared to watch Michael Jackson Thriller I ran up in the house of the dead Nobody was home, yo, I guess Satan fled Made my way to the nearest homicide scene With more bullet holes than a 'Pac limousine Smell the aroma, wake up outta your coma The one that sent me chose us sho' 'nuff(?) Now the beasts rocking the E(?), letters and me(?) I got a style for you to bite, it might shatter your teeth Hardcore, Godcore, just like the blast mask(?) Adding up the only (?????) and God, you do the math If your President is evil, I'm above the business I'm kicking down your door like a real Jehovah Witness Theory Hazit, no need to mask it The ???? for Jesus ????? in the casket Asking for protecting from the rubble shoved in this catacomb Here to let these little devils have it Theory Hazit, no need to mask it The ???? for Jesus ????? in the casket Asking for protecting from the rubble shoved in this catacomb Here to let these little devils have it This joint is called the catacomb, I'm in the battle zone Where wack rappers get clapped up in their chatter bones I speak life like Sev Statik and Soldier K Meanwhile d**h gets beat a road away Told ya' babe, like homage, we can fallout But I'm raw with it, yo, don't let my beef thaw out Put me in the crossfire, I'm bringing God with me Cause He evens out the odds against me How's that? Cause I gets busy with mine Wake the dead and watch the whole city respond You can hate and say you're doper But I'm still jack tripping on Mr and Mrs Roper Power and authority, cause the Lord is for me (Get it right!) And that's for ignoring me Theory Hazit, no need to mask it The ???? for Jesus ????? in the casket Asking for protecting from the rubble shoved in this catacomb Here to let these little devils have it Theory Hazit, no need to mask it The ???? for Jesus ????? in the casket Asking for protecting from the rubble shoved in this catacomb Here to let these little devils have it