Killing Fields - Outerspace, King Magnetic, Vinnie Paz

Yeah, the real is back cocksucker, this is 08

A lot of people show love, people sho' hate

A lot of niggas fall back but I won’t wait

This doe will be made, I motivate to those states

We build destroy only just to keep building

We kill the noise only just to reach millions

Time to step my game up, change myself

I neva point the finger I blame myself

I make this music for me, refuse to sleep

He who works hard, he usually eat

We two but we deep, we grew some more beat

We Q to the D, we glued to the streets

Who’s who when he speak?

That dude is a key

He who barks loud, he usually sweet

Maneuver the beat, paralyze the bassline

Dismantled kick snare and I neva take time

Laid on the line even if it takes mine

Laid on your mind even if it takes nine

Shots to your melon, Cerebellum on the Stateline

Spit 20/20 Primetime like its Dateline

Everything is real in this field we walking

We talking, we start this, no comp nigga

We lock shit down

And this shit gon' burn

All day you in the way, Paz it’s your turn

This is ignorance at its finest

I’m most high like Dalai Lamas

I cock back the four/fifth put you in pajamas

I don’t think that I even needed my fist to stop it

My word bond it’s similar to a Prince’s promise

I shoot 3 at you three times like Clinton Thomas

Fuck around wit Pazi and get you hit wit llamas

I ain’t even really trying to go war wit you

I’m just gon' let you know that I’mma let the four hit you

Put you in the Tabernacle let the Lord hit you

Send you to the blue Mosque let Allah get you

Break your jaw wipe the mothafucking floor wit you

Break your jaw wipe the mothafucking floor wit you

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrtttt…

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrtttt…

Brrrtt…

(Planetary talking)

That’s why they hate you nigga

Stop that, let’s do it

(Crypt)

Everything is real in this field we walking

We talking, we start this, no comp nigga

We lock shit down

And this shit gon' burn

(All day you in the way, Plan it’s your turn)

I drink wine out the holy Tabernacle, its shackles

Throwing that ludicrous shookeries, that Judas statue

Planetary get at you wit Warchild at the chapel

It’s rotten like Adam’s apple that infested the battle

I ejected poisonous outta my brain to tame

Evil thoughts that arose as we toast to fame

As we say a prayer for the fallen labels

As we eat the Last Supper off Angie’s table

Breaking bread wit the Army

Sound of the streets called me

Satan’s messenger tried to harm me

But he ain’t stronger then me, NOPE!

Mag I’m just like Moses

I call the rules of the game as I walk in the ocean

This is what we like to call poetry in motion

Catch us overseas wit the crowd wide open

It’s the New Testament Heaven sent so bow down

Kiss the ring of the Lord, man our time is now

Everything is real in this field we walking

We talking, we start this, no comp nigga

We lock shit down

And this shit gon' burn

All day you in the way, Mag it’s your time

The jig will cause a drip in your throat like you blew Hov

You only see the burners when they use like a new stove

I’m too old for new roads, too cold to warm up to new hoes

Do shows for two O’s and two buck

The two bucks will do something, too much

Move up, move out, you bruise up, shootout or shoot up

At odds wit my new luck, I’m nos when I’m souped up

In arms wit a toothbrush, if God couldn’t rule us

Then God doing too much, I’m one in a million

Meaning five thousand others is wanted for killing

Outta five billion I’m the one or the runner up

Twelve bars you almost on my dick like my gun is stuck