Doomsday

[Chorus x2: Holocaust] This is doomsday for MCs with hollow skills Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills And fake ass rides that they don't even drive Hip Hop's war and only strong MCs will survive [Verse 1: Holocaust] Half dead platoon leader awoken by enemy heaters Juggernaut on the block, lash shots at armed retreaters Why teach it to the utmost unified fuck coast? Conquered galaxies leaving a banner of ruthless cut-throats Brains explode, bloody spatters on the road My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul Hearts cold, blast shots through your nosehole, I'm hostile The slugs ricochet through your nostril, strike your tonsils Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid Smash hits that open you like bullets with glass tips Kill Grave, the black sea serpent who swallows ships My fists become Glocks and my knuckles hollow tips Part the dirt and raise dead soldiers with a curse Bury thieves with no headstones so they give back to the earth Still shining, I'm the Sun, wars increase by the tonne Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, chop out your lungs [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Beretta 9] We may bomb this but seem harmless, check the calmest My palm hits like a closed fist, break your jaw with this You crab ass try to think fast, you best to slow down All six got trey pounds, it's thirty six rounds Of pristine, unheard, unseen, the A team Murder being provoked face the red beam Street hop, excite bike, took all my smokescreens Sped fast, five hundred crabs have fled the crime scene Out of state, switch the plates, Canib on run dunn Sped fast, rub on the gas, here come the blast On their ninja bike, Kawasaki type 2B prototype Sure we still got height, then I made a right Hit the brake, threw a head fake, last the clutch, I'm out of state Full speed ahead, never look back, always escape [Chorus x2] [P.R. Terrorist] Laid in the dark war trench, covered in mud strong corpse stench Monkey wrench, adjusting my mic, fatigues drenched From soldiers insides, scriptures hidden up in my archives Dodge and throw knives, hand-to-hand combat taking lives Many lost, many took it wit force, some linger With the disease bomb infection known as the bee stinger Its doomsday you rap singers, Mockingbirds marking my words This shit is war up in the terrorist arena [Chorus x2] This is Doomsday