Y’all dealing with some heavy weighters pushing two on a dime
And I can still drop [bad word] [bad word] your mind
Removing your spine, grip you up like two at a time
Who in their prime wanna shine with an unusual kind
Open mics, battle cyphs, that’s how I usually grind
Over-night satellites that’s how I usually rhyme
And I ain’t stopping this until I’m mushing a [bad word] Pushing a [bad word] wide-bodied and the kush and the plush
The whole reason that you even looking crooked at us
Avoid breathing when you sleeping in a room full of dust
Forced feeding, yeah you eating on the spoon for [bad word] Forced bleeding in the evening and you crew’s a must
Vocals [bad word] from the rock bottom no one can touch
Open enough and if you got problems, domes will get [bad word] Royally flush here we renegades, my campaign war
Put my mind on bigger things like champagne thoughts
 [bad word] 
Some say that we can’t be beat
That’s the same [bad word] when we see we don’t speak
Some say that we can’t be touched
That’s the same [bad word] eating cats we don’t [bad word] 
Some say that we can’t be beat
That’s the same [bad word] that think she’s sweet
Some say that we can’t be touched
That’s the same [bad word] eating cats ’bout to get [bad word] up

[VERSE 2 : Planetary]
Shut up, what up, everything I spit I make you niggas
Get up hit up every microphones, I split up, sit up, mister
I’m a sinister in a symphony that I administer
My perimeter consists of night crawlers and ninjas
Ingenious killers, guerilla niggas unorthodox
Box king like a hot flame, scorch the block
My vocabulary’s vivid on one,
Pivot wicked with [bad word]  my pencil’s like a sword sizzling
Got you rookies sniffin Ritalin
Dibbling and dabbling with acronyms, I start juggling synonyms
Syllable venom injected in your abdomen
Once they heard the army was after ‘em, we clappin em
The fans started clappin ‘em, crowds started packing em
Plan started rapping then, heads started collapsing then
We tore the roof off the [bad word]  we hit the awkward pitch  [bad word] )
Get off my [bad word]  you would die talking [bad word]  [bad word] 

[VERSE 3 : Planetary and Crypt the Warchild]
[Planetary]
It’s Planetary, I only like to rhyme when I’m solo
I be slurring when I drink Bacardi Lime and Corona
Type to fight a battle just so I can silence the soldier
The violent controller of mics, beyond to the solar
Upper outerspace, bouncing off the moon and the stars
Move with a squad [bad word] and [bad word] with bars
Verbs athletic, [bad word] with kids and bad credit
Angelic spiritual and ultra magnetic
[Crypt]
Y’all niggas need to dead it, bed it, niggas get beheaded
Murder rappers for their credit, edit verses, you’re pathetic
You can get it for your Lexus, you can get it for your necklace
Get it your for everything you own, [bad word] we can set it
I’m the meanest, best believe it
Put a knife where your spleen is
Kamikaze where your team is, blow [bad word] up before you leave it