Divine Evil

[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi] Fucking Kamach at your body's [?], get your name Put on the bodylist, strictly by the homicide hobbyist Callow for cash, get your spirit, wanna model this Carefully you're just a size and let the hollow sit Perfectly, and at norm, too bad you swallow it Sincerely from the mass one with the polly grip Clack you, with that cat, you in the alley shit Ridiculous bloody shirt and scriptions is what the [?] did The nightlight bro, where the dark-skinned pipes blow I'll put your brains beyond what the skylights show From trynna tame the beast and leave 'em slain in the streets And put your actions in a glass on a [?] piece I'll put your body where mohammed and the camels sleep Silk stockings on my popping cause I'm a [?] freakful warrior Check out this funeral home [?] ya, my [?] in your kidneys taking [?] [Verse 2: Crypt The Warchild] Yo, it's the gold medallist that can unfold this level, it's irrelevant MC's battle, I'm too intelligent, my brain pack More power than freight train tracks, insane cat Run shit like Hall of Fame backs I got the speed of [?] singers when I carry handlers I'm nailing rookies to a cross for having bad manners My dad slammers a shot of tequila with no chaser It's in the blood, killer thriller like I'm Joe Frazier Or Ali the greatest, my squad be couragious I pray to god cause it hurt when we lost to the Lakers I'm just a street nigga dropping it on beats quicker I speak slicker in the booth and let the beats hit ya I see pictures of your spirit, it crumbles I sit back with Chief like two lions, in the jungle I'm firing bundles of grammar, [?] coaches I kill your hype man, spit flames and then I lay low kid [Hook: Outerspace] We the reason DJ's still spinning the wax And the reason B-boys still spin on their backs (us) The real reason why this clean in their caps And the reason real MC's love killing the track [Verse 3: Planetary] Ey-yo an unbreakable [?], equipped to slay target Tip [?] of gas and stray bullets to trademarket I'm brainwashing, to the point where a stain's [?] Must be [?] to reach your words, so lay on it I hate nonsense, [?] spitting the flame garbage Watch I'll go down in flames in plane's cockpit To pay hommage, or wind up like a slain hostage One double your chest explodes to a strange object The same profit, in a game with the same topic I've been in [?] for better days so Imma reign constent I'm on it for your platinum plaques, with a platinum axe Everything I spit is actual fact so [?] Kamach and Space, y'all got beef, then cancel that Was thrown in [?] for the way I dismantle cats [Hook] [Outro: Various scratches and samples overlap] *Outerspace* *Kamachi* *Bring the skills back* *You know we can't lose*