Reel Wolf, Sabac, Sean Price, ILL BILL, Kuniva, Ruste Juxx - The Underworld 2 lyrics

H, living on the dark streets
Get your throat slit
Eyes open, nigga better stay focused
Got my wolves in here, that kush in the air
Make you disappear like Hocus Pocus
We done never play fair, give a fuck who care
Drink your body at a bad moment's notice
You heir to the throne, get aired on the dome
Muthafucka, I'm Damien's Omen

Ready and willing
My pen is seated on penicillin
Drilling or filling feelings
Or pin it and then I kill it
Concealing, my pen is killing
The villain that’s hitting, drill 'em
I’m chilling, able to makin' a million while
Your blood is spilling
Yelling laws, killing cyphers
Like a holocaust, watch a balled up corpse
Catching fire like a Molotov


Y'all are falling off
Met them out of my peak, Kid Fade, Psych Ward
And we're playing for keeps

So who am I?
Johnny Richter from the West Side
Left Coast all day, zombie like all night
'Cause, I might size you up then bite
Fuck with me
I'll rip your head out your windpipe
Got you in a panic 'cause
All I did was damage
Lycan is my manic antics are outlandish
The reason why I fuck a planet
There's a band in a bandage
Before you get back at it
In madness goddamn it

Kill a man for the kilograms
Kill a man back from the front with
A slug like a milli can
Feel a man nigga ran with a realer clan
Still a hand mover nigga fat
Like the Thriller dance
Silverback you warm up like guerrilla plans
Still a band filler I'm a champ
'n' you still a fan pop a bottle on the club
Then we spill a grand
Gary Coleman your fucking head
With a skillet pan

Let's go! The titan that's rising from
The back of the morgue
The barbarian created for war
Witness the villainous minister boss
Spit ridiculous, religious
Sickening scriptures
With every bit of resilience
And twisted wicked voice
Simple nobody holds candles to
The syllable lord
And the temple be careful that's what
The symbol of Hanukkah's for
Slap a whore dressed like Macklemore
Right at thrift store
I'mma cut above how you niggas
Think like a lobotomy's for, yeah!

Before I self-destruct where I stand today
With a hand grenade and just pull the pin
I'mma rant and rave, with a can of RAID
For you cockroaches in this piss pool of sin
This ghoulish grin and this mood I'm in
These psych drugs went and got
My head all heavy
I had the worst verse in the first Underworld
Fuck, I'm supposed to be dead already

Fire! Reel Wolf Underworld!
You know me well! Reel Wolf!
Bury you in the Underworld

Psychedelic, Vicodin microphone villain
Trifle like a Rikers felon
I strike your cerebellum
Nike acapella, compelling, incredible killing
Audible, verbal, recordable murder
Homie I’m chilling
Encyclopedia, psycho media, Expedia
CDR greedier, music industry CPR
Smack you like crack chemicals
Pull out the gat and attack generals
You’re wack, you lack genitals

Victorious, impervious champion
I am the streets my footprints stamped in
Every rap that I pen, raw A1
Spitting like a motherfuckin' M4A1
Ruste Juxx my long range accurate
Lyrical monster niggas scared to
Do a track wit'
Break backs with the greatest of ease
It's Crown Heights nigga, triple OG's

Somebody tell this chick in the
Trunk to keep it down
If them boys pull me over
I'm pulling them pieces out (BLOW)
I thought I told you tell her keep it down
Dawg I did, man she cool!
Then why the fuck her hands
And feet stickin' out? I'm trippin'
You don't want to see this
Long nose I'm grippin' like Scottie Pippen
I tear through him and the body's pissin'
(blaow)
Kuniva don't be talkin' with snitches
It's not a comedy (naw)
When I crack a nigga up
And leave him in stitches bitches

Yo, yo
The American drug lords and African raids
North American greed, and Europeans relate
Australia's finances, Asia is hell bound
With nuclear war and an Antarctican melt down
A state of urgency so I’m proposing a call
To stay focused on the good and
The hope for us all
Explored seven continents within eight
Of these bars
Crawl out the Underworld and see
How related these are

Black mask like Jihadi John
Wax like molly wop rap's Tommy Chong
Burn shrub like Bob Marley's bong
Hit that bitch with a gnarly dong
Puff in her mouth like Mardi Gras
Wipe my dick off on her mother's couch
Sorry mom fucking party on
Hung like Donkey Kong
And in control like Marley Marl
Exploding cult leader
Make that bitch gargle and swallow
Then burp up a whole liter

Extort your team nigga
Beef in the street with the
Pork and beans nigga
Swine on your mind, divine on my grind
No time to recline I'm tryin' to get mine, uh
I get it while the gettin' is good
I'm good at gettin' it God
The shit in the hood
Boy be shootin', loud shots noise pollution
I'm real, I don't build
I destroy your movement p!

You know me well! Reel Wolf!
Bury you in the Underworld