Undergods - Torsion Fields lyrics

Let me see ya hands we network power moves

Keith Murray, Canibus
Don't make your gun go click, click boom
Create a whole genre
The world ain't safe, there's no tomorrow

Nigga, this is 'Torsion Field'
Attack the jugular, overkill
Keith Murray and Canibus, what's the meaning?
The hardcore niggas in the
Streets is fiending
Make you play hide and go
Seek with your demons
Ranting, raving, hollering, screaming

Keith Murray, Canibus, so damn hard

We make them reminisce over you Undergods
You can meet you maker
Step into my face and you is a faker
Hater, I'll see you later
I'll put you in an incubator
You'll be dead and me and
Canibus will be in Jamaica

In Jamaica, guns shots up on ya
Come in like a big pussy, don't you
Where I'm gon' dump ya
Expert flow Germaine, broad head
Four hundred grain
I was entertained, I saw a hundred slain

Deranged finder ranger reminder
Paint the target
Walk up to your forehead and paint across it
Revisit that
Give me a minute to re-edit the rap
Fuck that, I'll put my fist in your trap

Nigga wanna spit, we spat, that's that
What the fuck you looking back
For it's the last lap got me in a hassle
Nigga acting like he wanna wrestle
Smack DVD gun battle

Torsion Field twist steel blow the
Air back off wheel
You are dragged from the car and killed
Ski mask face, no trace, rap sound like rape
We gesticulate like apes on mixtapes

This high fidelity, fuck what they telling me
No body address the beat like
Canibus and Keith Murray
"Raw to the floor, raw like 'Reservoir Dogs'"
Undergods coming with that yes, yes, y'all

Ayo, the Burnout Brothers, we the truth
I spit that shit to make me run out the booth
I got to say peace to my uncle Snoop
We smoke chronic leaves into a poof

And everybody knows we some lyrical fools
When they guess the metaphors they be like
Ooh

Me and Canibus can go for days
And linger in the mind like displaced rage
We make that hardcore tailor made
That make niggas put your face
On the front page

You motherfuckers, you can't compete
You know you don't wanna go man for man
Power on the streets
It's Bis and Keith, yeah, bring it on
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on

Ha, yeah, we set fire to the world
And everybody got to resort to the beach, ha
Yo, what you gonna do when we
Trap you on the sand? Ha
It's the grandsons of the Son of Man

Of the sickest sickest, sickest son of Sam
Shout out to Killah Priest
And them hardcore niggas that run the streets
Yo shout out to my man Mental
Shout out to bis