Contra Mantra

(album: The Unholy Terror - 2010)

[Crypt The Warchild:]
Uh, yeah, okay. A.O.T.P
E.S, Celph Titled. What up? Uh

I solemnly swear, this is my testimony
I'mma keep it one hundred while the rest are phony
I'm wilding out like suicide is my mission
I ain't trying to be crucified by the system
You should take heed, I advise you to listen
Watch me break knees, I'm surprising my victims
The question remains who am I when I'm spittin'?
It's me, the MC, I ain't no new edition
My mind's a coliseum, I spit diamonds that glisten
The beat is my journal where these lines will get written
Been through the garden, ate the fruit that's forbidden
So back the fuck up when I'm removing my fitted
You could never walk in these shoes you don't fit in
Y'all all say your hot but that is just your opinion
Y'all can all die in the spot that you sit in
A.O.T.P., the underground has risen

[Planetary:]
All we do is pray till the game come back
That's why we sitting here building, spitting flame on tracks
(So what you say) don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait till God answer the call
All we do is pray till the game come back
That's why we sitting here building, spitting flame on tracks
(So what you say) don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait till God answer the call

[Esoteric:]
It's such a pity
Ain't nothing pretty
Lyrics bury cats under 150 tons of scum in the city
You say you popping bottles and stunning like Diddy?
But your pockets be flatter than a models stomach and tittes
While you fronting like you rugged an gritty
Why I spit it so hot
Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than Biggie and Pac
I'm from that late 90's era where the Polo wasn't jig enough
A Gucci and Louie and Prada shit wasn't big enough
I would spit it ridiculous, stay on point like Rondo
Y'all bring up the rear like a J-Lo convo
No they don't want no beef, they all want their teeth
I may go Bronco, so lay low pronto chief
Four albums in a year, that's more than in your whole career
They all bang, battle?
I do more than end your whole career
So severe, beat you with a folding chair, listen
A.O.T.P.'s what the games missing

[Planetary:]
(All we do is spray) Till the game come back
That's why we sitting here building, spitting flame on tracks
(So what you say) Don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait till God answer the call
All we do is pray till the game come back
That's why we sitting here building, spitting flame on tracks
(So what you say) don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait till God answer the call

[Celph Titled:]
Yo, yeah
Paper money?
No, I wanna see that iron buck
They be robbing hoods, so I keep that fryer tucked
Try to have these props taken from me?
You end up red and blue like a female cop on they monthly
Dumping student body's in front of the student body, air em out
Beacon on my radar telling me where's ya whereabouts? (where?)
Magazine drums, have ya head bobbing
Dead body nonstop nodding downhill in a toboggan
Shoot the Uz through ya house in Honolulu (Ooh wow)
I'll throw a pineapple grenade at ya, (Luau)
Am I conceited? Oh yeah best believe it
Rap supervisor, pop up on lawns with fire arms
True surpriser
You'll be rockin an upside-down visor
And it won't be a wack fashion trend neither
More like Suge Knight/Vanilla Ice shit, hotel balcony dangling
My monsoon is Tom Cruise Valkyrie famous

[Planetary:]
(All we do is spray) till the game come back
That's why we sitting here building, spitting flame on tracks
(So what you say) don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait till God answer the call
All we do is pray till the game come back
That's why we sitting here building, spitting flame on tracks
(So what you say) don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait till God answer the call