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(feat. Crooked I) Let loose on 'em, yea, let loose on 'em Hit the Deck. Crooked I and King Tech [Crooked I] I spit impossible rhymes, full of philosophical lines My phenomenal shine, is leaving everyone of your opticals blind Run you over when it's Apocalypse time Half nigga, half fesal like Optimus Prime Cockin' this nine to pop ya Permanent disfigurement Have you rocking half a mask like the phantom of the opera My three is how fast I drop ya Walk fast, that bothers the speed they clock to Hatchet, acid, delivery chopped ya You thought you had a win here Like watching porno flicks with six chicks I'm the hardest nigga in here Straps under you here, we blast like every night's new year Seribal hemispheres get blue here No need to cuss and fuss, just Hop out of the bushes scratched up from the brush ya bust I make the angriest athiest praise me, if not He's feeling the simultaneous pain of a shot And the shank in his pancreas, maybe it's my instantenous clots SongtexteThe craziest nigga couldn't face me if an alien gave him his thoughts Us kamikazees regulate I strap a bomb under my trench coach And hug you 'till it detonates I was brainwashed by NWA and BDP I'm the year two-thousand versin of the D.O.C When Crooked I spot these fake clicks They better be able to dodge bullets like the Matrix, I take six I'm so ominent, it's in dominant, improminent, hip-hop conglomerate On this continent I'm BOMBING IT Aus Songtexte Mania