(Intro: Esoteric, Planetary) It's vinyl thug music, man "I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is" <- Jay-Z 7L...Yo, Planet', set it off, daddy It's Outerspace in this *****, man (Uh-huh) (Yeah) My man TZR in that mutha****in' hit house (Word up) We just touched ground in Boston, man (Yo) Let's do this (Verse 1: Planetary) I'm the wizard of wordplay I spit paragraphs in absurd ways I'm too fly, you die in the worst way Sort of like burning your body parts, the party starts And inspires the crowd, like hearin' Marcus Garvey talk Awkwardly spark beef, I put you all to sleep The "Blood and Ashes," I keep that all for me I brainstorm in a blizzard and still remain calm I walk through the inferno with flames in my palm I start wars with killers and carnivores And smash characters' heads in Cadillac car doors Far more than amateur - I'm immature Some say I'm Godly for holdin' the sinners' cure My skin is pure, my body is waterproof Slaughter the boof and keep blades between my jaw and my tooth I'm dangerous, man, with just one raise of the hand My game plan is make grands with my ace in the fam' Ain't nothin' changed with the budget, and love from the public I'm still waitin' to kill 'em with one club hit My rugged approach, they lovin' the most So while you...huggin' your toast, I stay up with the smoke (Chorus: Planetary) + (Crypt the Warchild) Aiyyo, it is what it is, my ***** (We gon' eat) Whether the sun or the storm, my ***** (We gon' creep) If it's on, then it's on, my ***** (We gon' beef) "I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is" <- Jay-Z (Verse 2: Crypt the Warchild) Yo... In case y'all ain't know, I'm a ragin' beast Been hibernatin' all winter and I ain't made my feast Eyes of Satan all lit up 'cause my aim to see Quick to stab you in the back, never aim to please Spit havoc on a track, the terrain could freeze Live lavish on the map with a chain of thieves Split atoms with a rap like my brain's diseased As if I was a 'Nam vet with a grenade in trees And if there's beef in the air, we let it fade the breeze Invade the beach, parade the street from days to weeks I'm made to creep, from above and beyond, beneath Slave the beat, engrave your meat with ancient speech Homicidal, cock my rifles, I'm a sniper Plot my rivals, lock the title, I'm your idol Squash the Bible, I'm a psycho, not disciple I'm a tower, not the Eiffel, not delightful (Chorus: Planetary) + (Crypt the Warchild) It is what it is, my ***** (We gon' shine) No matter who hatin' on the clique (It's our time) *together* Let's do us, every rhyme, line for line If I shine, you shine, shine (Verse 3: Planetary) + (Crypt the Warchild) My pen's cursed, the ink will poison you and your friends first (Lyrical gems burst, what the **** are your mens worth?) Your neck jerk, every single part of you's left hurt (Outerspace ****** got the power to end Earth) You out of place ****** I devour, respect turf (I shower flames sicker in a tower of dead birth) on the hour train, *****, where cowards get left murked (And I'm the main *****, y'all flowers with red skirts) You'll probably brain quicker than a nun that offends church (We bring pain quicker, every second it gets worse) My network: equipped killers and experts (Have your family fit proper in a box in a stretch hearse) Have it propped up, locked up in a spot where death lurks (Get your knot cut, rocked up, stainin' your sweatshirt) I wrote this off of drinkin' with a bottle of Beck's first (Had y'all ****** thinkin' I was savin' my best verse) (Chorus: Planetary) + (Crypt the Warchild) Aiyyo, it is what it is, my ***** (We gon' eat) Whether the sun or the storm, my ***** (We gon' creep) If it's on, then it's on, my ***** (We gon' beef) "I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is" <- Jay-Z
(Intro: Esoteric, Planetary) It's vinyl thug music, man "I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is" <- Jay-Z 7L...Yo, Planet', set it off, daddy It's Outerspace in this *****, man (Uh-huh) (Yeah) My man TZR in that mutha****in' hit house (Word up) We just touched ground in Boston, man (Yo) Let's do this (Verse 1: Planetary) I'm the wizard of wordplay I spit paragraphs in absurd ways I'm too fly, you die in the worst way Sort of like burning your body parts, the party starts And inspires the crowd, like hearin' Marcus Garvey talk Awkwardly spark beef, I put you all to sleep The "Blood and Ashes," I keep that all for me I brainstorm in a blizzard and still remain calm I walk through the inferno with flames in my palm I start wars with killers and carnivores And smash characters' heads in Cadillac car doors Far more than amateur - I'm immature Some say I'm Godly for holdin' the sinners' cure My skin is pure, my body is waterproof Slaughter the boof and keep blades between my jaw and my tooth I'm dangerous, man, with just one raise of the hand My game plan is make grands with my ace in the fam' Ain't nothin' changed with the budget, and love from the public I'm still waitin' to kill 'em with one club hit My rugged approach, they lovin' the most So while you...huggin' your toast, I stay up with the smoke (Chorus: Planetary) + (Crypt the Warchild) Aiyyo, it is what it is, my ***** (We gon' eat) Whether the sun or the storm, my ***** (We gon' creep) If it's on, then it's on, my ***** (We gon' beef) "I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is" <- Jay-Z (Verse 2: Crypt the Warchild) Yo... In case y'all ain't know, I'm a ragin' beast Been hibernatin' all winter and I ain't made my feast Eyes of Satan all lit up 'cause my aim to see Quick to stab you in the back, never aim to please Spit havoc on a track, the terrain could freeze Live lavish on the map with a chain of thieves Split atoms with a rap like my brain's diseased As if I was a 'Nam vet with a grenade in trees And if there's beef in the air, we let it fade the breeze Invade the beach, parade the street from days to weeks I'm made to creep, from above and beyond, beneath Slave the beat, engrave your meat with ancient speech Homicidal, cock my rifles, I'm a sniper Plot my rivals, lock the title, I'm your idol Squash the Bible, I'm a psycho, not disciple I'm a tower, not the Eiffel, not delightful (Chorus: Planetary) + (Crypt the Warchild) It is what it is, my ***** (We gon' shine) No matter who hatin' on the clique (It's our time) *together* Let's do us, every rhyme, line for line If I shine, you shine, shine (Verse 3: Planetary) + (Crypt the Warchild) My pen's cursed, the ink will poison you and your friends first (Lyrical gems burst, what the **** are your mens worth?) Your neck jerk, every single part of you's left hurt (Outerspace ****** got the power to end Earth) You out of place ****** I devour, respect turf (I shower flames sicker in a tower of dead birth) on the hour train, *****, where cowards get left murked (And I'm the main *****, y'all flowers with red skirts) You'll probably brain quicker than a nun that offends church (We bring pain quicker, every second it gets worse) My network: equipped killers and experts (Have your family fit proper in a box in a stretch hearse) Have it propped up, locked up in a spot where death lurks (Get your knot cut, rocked up, stainin' your sweatshirt) I wrote this off of drinkin' with a bottle of Beck's first (Had y'all ****** thinkin' I was savin' my best verse) (Chorus: Planetary) + (Crypt the Warchild) Aiyyo, it is what it is, my ***** (We gon' eat) Whether the sun or the storm, my ***** (We gon' creep) If it's on, then it's on, my ***** (We gon' beef) "I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is" <- Jay-Z
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