The Underworld 2 (feat. Havoc, Kid Fade, Johnny Richter, Kool G Rap, Chino Xl, Slaine, Necro, Ruste Juxx, Kuniva, Sabac Red, Ill Bill, Sean Price & DJ Illegal) [Explicit]

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H, Living on the dark streets get your throat slit Eyes open, nigga better stay focus Got my wolves in here, that kush in the air Make you disappear like Hokus Pokus We'll never play fair, give a fuck who care You heir to the throne, get aired on the throne Mutha fucka, I'm Damien's Omen Ready and willing, my pen is seated on penicillin Drilling or filling feelings, or pin when I banish it Cancelling, my pen is killing The villain that's hitting, drill em I'm chilling them, able to make a million while your blood is spilling Yelling laws, killing series like a holocaust, watch a? Catching fire like a Molotov, you all are falling off Met them out of my peak, kid fade, psych war, and we are playing for keeps So who am I? Johnny Richter from the West Side [?] goes all day, zombie like all night 'Cause I might size you up then bite Fuck with me, I'll rip your head out your windpipe You in the panic [?] Kill a man for the kilogram Kill a man back from the front with a slug like a militant Feel a man nigga ran with a realer clan Still a hand mover nigga fat like the thriller dance Silverback you warm up like guerrilla plan Still a band filler I'm a champ 'n' you still a fan Pop a bottle in the club then we spill a grand Garry Coleman your fucking head with a skillet pan The titan that's rising from the back of the morgue The barbarian created for war Witness the villainous minister boss Spit ridiculous, religious, sickening scriptures With every bit of resilience and twisted wicked voice Simple nobody holds candles to the syllable lord And the temple be careful that's why the symbol of Hanukkah's for Slap a whore dressed like Macklemore at a thrift store I'mma cut above how you niggas think like a lobotomy's for Before I self-destruct where I stand today With a hand grenade and just pull the pin I'mma rant and rave, with a can of RAID For you cockroaches in this piss pool of sin This ghoulish grin and this mood I'm in These psych drugs went and got my head all heavy I had the worst verse in the first Underworld Fuck, I'm supposed to be dead already You know me well! Reel wolf! Bury you in the Underworld Psychedelic, Vicodin microphone villain Trife like a Rikers felon, I strike your cerebellum Nike acapella, compelling, incredible killing Audible, verbal, recordable murder. homie I'm chilling Encyclopedia, psycho media, Expedia CD are greedier, music industry CPR Smack you like crack chemicals Pull out the gat and attack generals You're whack, you lack genitals Victorious, impervious champion I am the streets my footprints stamped in Every rap that I pin, raw A1 Spitting like a motherfucking M4A1 Ruste Juxx my long range accurate Lyrical monster niggas scared to do a track with Break backs with the greatest of ease It's Crime Heights nigga, triple OG's Somebody tell this chick in the trunk to keep it down If them boys pull me over, I'm pulling them pieces out (BLOW) I thought I told you tell her: keep it down Dawg I did, man she cool Then why the fuck her hands and feet stickin' out? I'm trippin', you don't want to see this long-nose I'm grippin' Like Scottie Pippen, I tear through him and everybody's pissin' Kuniva don't be talkin' with snitches it's not a comedy When I crack a nigga up and leave him in stitches Bitches The American drug lords and African raids North American greed, and Europeans relate Australia's finances, Asia is hell bound With nuclear war and an Antarctican melt down A state of urgency so I'm proposing a call To stay focused on the good and the hope for us all Explored seven continents within eight of these bars Crawl out the Underworld and see how related these are Black mask like Jihadi John Wax like molly wong Raps Tommy Tom Burn sherm like Bob Marley's bong Hit that bitch with a gnarly dong Pop off in her mouth like Mardi Gras Wipe my dick off on her mother's couch, sorry mom Fucking party on Hung like Donkey Kong And in control like Marley Marl Exploding cult leader Make that bitch gargle and swallow Then burp up a whole liter Extort your team nigga Beef in the street with the pork and beans nigga Swine on your mind, divine on my grind No time to recline I'm trying to get mine I get it while the gettin' is good I'm good at gettin' it God the shit in the hood Boy be shootin', loud shots noise pollution I'm real, I don't build, I destroy your movement P!