Vinnie Paz, King Magnetic, Outerspace - The Killing Fields lyrics

Yeah, AOTP, ok, King Mag, Vinnie P
Whadup nigga?

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 it's 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 it's 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 brrrrrrrrrrrtttt
Brrrrrrrrrrrtttt brrrtt

(Planetary talking)
That's why they hate you nigga
Stop that, let's do it

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
It's 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