Lyrics
*Intro*
Jesus Christ!!
Would You Look At This Stuff!
Can You Believe This Shit?
Son Of A....BITCH!
HOLY SHIT!
What The Hell Were They Planning To Do?
It's A Fuckin Arsenal!
First Verse-
(Doubles)
Dis becomes da tragedy, of murder in da 1st degree, a new breed is comin out of ur anatomy, u best enroll into da rap academy, had too many kids try to get fame by battlin me, and ill always stay higher den any catastrophe, in hip hop i gave 6 yrs and got my masters degree, so u say i've lived disasters and screams, how u tryin to win dis race when ur not faster den me, i grabbed da penant cause it's a tag team race, got reapa's mind freed now da rap he's embraced, we traced it back to da beginning of the line, laced most tracks but still fiendin up to climb, da ladder of success will never end, as i splatter ur breathless body look's to see me split, ur decrepped soul tries to live once again, your life is stretchin but takin ova by a livin organism,
Hook-
(Doubles)
we wont ever give up, till our lives our takin up, and we will give our finishers, cause as soljah's were too sinaster,
Second Verse-
(Reapa)
Rollin wit sum of tha dead phropecies, in the 60's getting decatipated by the Death guard ancient philosopher 'socratez, feelin a wind breeze on ya knees, spittin on lil waynes verse, when callin him the lil weezy, killin every beat with doublez so far till we hit the charts to go sky high, in a atomic motion like playin strip poker and rollin straight snakes eyes, hearin a murder of a little girl cry, damn its like the red color beneath my eye, we as soldierz strive to survive, ya head being displayed on 13 dead end drive, im murdering every emcee that battlez me, make sure ya body heats up like 1000 degrees and falls apart like ashes, the black mood of kericeine ignites the fight, make sure ya body hits the floor, i climb as far to the top of the membrain core, ya body endulges into flames, slicin ya body up in a dozen packages, create 3 lines of gashes.
Hook-
(Doubles)
We wont ever give up, till our lives our takin up, and we will give our finishers, cause as soljah's were too sinaster,
Third Verse 8 Bars-
(Reapa)
Sinasterz of distruction, gripping your hands so tightly, moving in cunvultion
sifting through the air like freddy vs jason playing the in the game of pinball, be creepin on ya body like chucky, fuck it, see who wins lyke chucky vs the killer leprechaun like getting 2 str8 snake eyes in a row and being lucky, betta scrape that look across ya face, ill give you ya time to write ya biz, Your being displayed out, when your being stated out
Third Verse Split-
(Doubles)
Sinaster im concidered satan's best, my finisher is like frazier vs tyson it's no contest, plenty of time for u to write ur best, ur rhymes is played out ur style in a stage of da empty nest, u tryin to hard let out your vocals, wit deez bars behind your chances is lookin hopeless, im on one side of da line go ahead and cross, my pride never hides behind closed doors it's never froze,
Hook-
(Doubles)
we wont ever give up, till our lives our takin up, and we will give our finishers, cause as soljah's were too sinaster,
*Ending*
Shao Kahn Laughs
Airplane Crashes
