[Scratching]

Planetary
It’s the son of a systematic [bad word] from the space cabinet
My larynx is more like a clarinet
To clarify my clarity, I give syllables of solidarity till rap wants to marry me
I propose with a gun and a rose
Inside of Paradise City, with thunderous flows
My [bad word] s so dope it’s numbing your nose
I tussle with foes, I hustle and flow, you know?
It’s [bad word] attraction, 10th wonder
Deer hunter, I vibe to the sound of the funky [bad word] Marinate over snares and kicks
Prepare to be ripped apart because it’s rare I miss
And if for some strange reason my shot’s off
I spit, change the seasons, burn them like hot sauce
I vice grip the mic stand for no apparent reason
transparent demon with God’s lifespan

[Hook] x2
Uh, this [bad word] is hot for real
Even if cops on the block we get it poppin’ still
All that you pop that you hot, [bad word]  you’re not for real
Who got it locked on the block, like we got no deal!

Crypt the Warchild
Ya’ll niggas can’t see me, lift your brim up
Unless you want to see your man lift your limbs up
You’re talking to a man, sonny lift your chin up
It’s a sin if I let your skin scuff my Timbs up
See, me and Plan, we penetrate the block
We leave dead bodies and decorate the plot
We husky Puerto Ricans we vegetate your knot
Feast or famine [bad word]  escalate your crops
We in the land where men can’t registrate their Glocks
The world got shook they got the head of state to watch
Time keeps slipping we let it escape the clock
So when we get it poppin’ we hesitate to stop
I’m waving a blade, I’m scrapping my plate, I’m hungry
I’m breaking away, escaping the pain, ya’ll love me
You saying my name, I’m breaking your frame, it’s ugly
I fatally reign, I’m staining your dame, I’m gully

[Hook] x2

King Syze
Yo, I’m young cannon blastin’ with the mind of an elder
I move a box of trees like the Legend of Zelda
Man, and I don’t know what to tell ya’
I ain’t your pops homie, I ain’t the [bad word] that failed ya’
To rap with me, gotta be ready to blast with me
Tackle the city, crack the Da Vinci, master the gritty
I’m shackled in Philly, actually I’m locking it down
Your Fu-Fu flows ain’t nothing but spare change in this economy [bad word] to us, send to battle with flares I must
In certain situations I ain’t scared to bust
It goes my fam and my music
I’m plannin a movement to take advantage of anything that’s ever branded in music
So every time we drop, pop your gat to the ground
I’m a ring leader, [bad word] me I ain’t [bad word] with clowns
And anyone who want to hate like be my guest
I’ma aim for your head like I ain’t seen that vest, homie

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