Narrow Grave

Yeah yeah...
Kamachi
Planetary, King Syze

Yo
They love the way I pin a champ
Under a tinted lamp, hear my voice blast from a vintage amp
I kill the reciters of lies
Get burned by the fire from the light in my eyes
It's Kamachi, possessed by the pharaoh ways
Underground like where the dead bone marrow stays
The spot where you breathe is where the arrow lays
A sideways death for a narrow grave
My shit hit hard like a Arab raid
We blow up, ain't no need for a barricade
They looking for good luck, like a barrel of jade
They looking, so stuffed when the barrel is sprayed
Since the five perfect exertions, they waited afraid
The devil caught from the tower on the table is slayed, pussy!

Fall back, fold up
Rappers is so tough
Until the army roll up, banging that cold crush
We send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched
Lock and load up, post up, toast up
Fall back, fold up
Rappers is so tough
Until the army roll up, banging that cold crush
We send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched
Lock and load up, post up, toast up

Hey yo, my vocal duel, payments hiatus save the local crews
Only the chosen few can ride with the most explosive crew
But not you
Jealous ones they envy us
Cause we spittin' venomous, 'til books remember us
Hellfire embedded in us, plus sins condemning us
It's just what I write, ignite cop killers and predators
A beat like this?
Best believe I can't ignore it
Spitting metaphoric 'til the chosen child is aborted
When my mind's in orbit, forces knock you out your high horses
Deal with high sources, 'til the meal is five courses
The flames is high, when my brain and the train collide
Under much needed change in time, the game is mine
I build strength through the niggas that be hating my peers
But it's the army, part of me, ya'll been waiting for years
From a small block, hip hop, busting my tool
King Syze, dope shit, what can I say, man, it's nothing new

Fall back, fold up
Rappers is so tough
Until the army roll up, banging that cold crush
We send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched
Lock and load up, post up, toast up
Fall back, fold up
Rappers is so tough
Until the army roll up, banging that cold crush
We send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched
Lock and load up, post up, toast up

I'm a scientist in the lab, with a violent twist and the gift of gab
Pharaoh tongue that can lash through your clique and stab
From the days where you carried screw drivers in
back pockets in case you had to prove that your crew lava
We was painting on your property
And until this day I still got rookie niggas out trynna copy me
Planetary nigga, Q-D original
Smooth criminal, bash your mental, bruise your physical
There's something about the evilness of this track
That makes the heavens' gates close, and the tabernacles crack
In fact, it separates all the lies and the facts
It makes you see the light right before the sky turns black
It turns boys to men, it turns toy soldiers to generals
Innocent motherfuckers graduate to criminals
It makes you think twice about who you are
It makes you feel like death coming every sixteen bars

Fall back, fold up
Rappers is so tough
Until the army roll up, banging that cold crush
We send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched
Lock and load up, post up, toast up
Fall back, fold up
Rappers is so tough
Until the army roll up, banging that cold crush
We send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched
Lock and load up, post up, toast up