Outerspace, Royce da 5'9" - Street Massacre lyrics

Outerspace, these corny muthafuckas
Puttin' pop singles that sound like
5’9", guarantee solid
No man could put a dent in this

This ain’t no sing along music for
You to ride up on
This here is street massacre
Music to dump on these lines are sharp
Hollow head'll splatter your abdomen
You sick to your stomach
Wondering what is happening
Marksman specialist to keep
Your regiment vanishing
Full metal jacket devious when
It's crashing in platinum metal this
151 rolled up, we keep 'em panicking
You in the wrong district
Claiming you all misfit
You never toss biscuit's, you with the Lord
Snitching i say you all bitching
You up in God's kitchen big flame
Burn off your face then
Leave the balls dripping
You all squad victim, up in the dark prison
And you done lost vision
I'm at the bar drinking
You ain't at all spitting close to curtain
This is Illadelph to Rock City
Death is certain

You know we rock this, yeah we got this
From Illadelph to Rock City with the hotness
You know it's on and popping
Once we get to popping
We air 'em out, no doubt
Kwest get to chopping

Outerspace, these corny muthafuckas
Puttin' pop singles that sound like
5’9", guarantee solid no man could
Put a dent in this

It's Planetary baby, dog I'm outrageous
My status: the baddest
Every time I'm blessing the stages
My blood is the ink, caressing the pages
We gon' do it 'til the world
Say "OS is the greatest"
I take time out, I'm obscene, I got dreams
Efficient hot beams where the cops scheme
I'm too dangerous, I make a name for this
I guarantee you'll be bleeding
Don't try to aim at this
I'm so nuts for the beat
Ain't no escaping this
I'm a demon, intoxicated, your favorite
I take steps towards Armageddon
Armed with weapons
A few grenades and flash-bombs
Call your henchmen
I'm a sniper targeting those who violate
I make music
My roots started the fire escapes
I see you lie at your weight
And can't help but laugh it ain't right
But dead bodies they get me gassed

You know we rock this, yeah we got this
From Illadelph to Rock City with the hotness
You know it's on and popping
Once we get to popping
We air 'em out, no doubt
Kwest get to chopping

Outerspace, these corny muthafuckas
Puttin' pop singles that sound like
Guarantee solid, no man could put
A dent on this, 5’9"

Yeah, nickle nigga, I'm up in the office
Chilling, giving orders nigga
I fuck with them bosses
Enough for this talking
If I ain't here to be dying or lying it big
I retire a pioneer
But I do not slip off some hip hop shit
Big Glock and popping
It's only with the hot hip
The white five with the pipe job
Looking like Guy coming from out of the smoke
With the Christ eyes
I ain't no nice guy and I don't like lies
I put my foot in your ass, now you a tripod
I handle my hands like mama swinging
I knock your ass into next week
Like a time machine and I got up with Preem
We pounding out somebody that's mean
Y'all bowing down like I shot at a scene
Which y'all niggas can stay on y'all knees
We stay on our P's, we write on our Q's
Nigga, I prey when I squeeze

Outerspace, these corny muthafuckas
Puttin' pop singles that sound like
Guarantee solid, no man could put
A dent on this, 5’9"
Outerspace, these corny muthafuckas
Puttin' pop singles that sound like
My advice: quit talking illadelph, Detroit