Black Christmas

Verse 1-Planetary
Put me in the booth and Ill brodie your wave files,
You still getting booed at the open mic like 8-mile,
You still actin like spoken word is serious,
I laugh at you fag-*****s with dyed hair and pierced lips,
What kinda ***** from the hood is you?
I could name fifty *****s thats as good as you,
But a ***** like Plan man Im better than all of em,
I make em quit, how their baby moms is callin for em,
Askin me where they baby pop at,
That ***** he at the scene cleanin my White Sox hat *****!
I tell em call you back in a minute,
Cause when he finish he gotta brush my dunks so vintage,
Im in this rap game for the spinach,
My food-for-thought is like servin fresh lettuce to *****s,
Im the chef and Im cookin up def jams ,
Broad street bully cut the check for ten grand
Verse 2-Doap Nixon
I made a promise that I never get high,
I aint scared of death, Im scared to live wantin to die ,
Cause the 120 opened my eyes,
The koran molded me,
The Bible told me whats in disguise,
But, I broke nights like they need to be fixed,
I had a thought pattern process pattern that D and Bs rich,
But, the block chirped hid work in the trash-can,
I rip a ***** off and lay low in the Badlands,
Stay bent offa what poppi done sold me,
We all forced to hold heat, smokin the gold tree,
So knowledge knowledge till the 7-15-4,
Vinnie Paz, Planetary, Reef the lost Cauze,
Kamach, My ***** Crypt and Demoz,
Apathy, Celph Titled and King Syze,
Weall bout to put this game in a frenzy,
And the chains slight frost like the air in Benzy
Chorus-Demoz
I can feel a breeze through the leaves when Ds passin me by,
You can breathe you can bleed but please wrap me a nine,
On Black Christmas,
I need a Gun with bullets on Black Christmas,
Black Christmas,
***** look at me little B,
My peeps askin me why,
Im a G this is me, so please wrap me a nine
On black Christmas,
I need a gun with bullets on Black Christmas,
Black Christmas,
Verse 3-Des Devious
Yeah, yo its incredible the most,
How a *****s flow just come so easy,
Childs play with me home boy, please believe me,
The way I formulate on time with metaphors lines and punch lines,
Some times the **** amaze me,
Fall back with a spliff and admire my ****,
Dont need you, got enough people on my ****,
I speed through, breathe life on a track so slick,
With sick ****, time is money so I must move quick,
Epitome of rap,
Never been clapped never been slapped ,
Just one time, cold winter day in 79
I catch that jock, and Ima beat him till my arms numb,
And stomp him like Lars did that drum on one, Motha****a!
Verse 4-Demoz
I once heard the art of war is dont start a war,
So I dont think you wanna ride like a carnivore,
I mean carnivore excuse my French Im on the floor,
The bruisin wet got me feelin like I took a Hallucinet,
Blue is bent, L-Y who the truest yet,
Blew the inf,
Brain fragments flyin through the fence,
Stupid is as stupid does,
I aint stupid cuz,
I rap like a motha****in animal my blueish blood,
Never spills, I wrap my hand around the bluest steel,
Blew is grill like foremen and informers know who I kill,
Ill, now get outta my face,
Sorry officer, Me no hablo Englais,
Let me offer you, food for thought on the plate,
Once you know the block hot you hit the fire escape,
Get in get out,
Hit liars and snakes,
Your birthday only day you rely on the cake *****!
Chorus- Demoz
Verse 5-King Magnetic
Army of T.P., honor of street thieves,
The harmony of harm done to a beast-Beat,
I execute from hook to hook like a nice jab,
And pain from pushers squeeze like my wifes hand,
Slight tan, my homie Muslim like Fifes man,
Pillow of Kush as if the Kush is my life span ,
My product slip through the right hands like white sand,
Those I kill for can count on my right hand,
Beef handled like blades in knife factories,
Cut coke, cut bum ** ***s like ****o,
This aint a movie clip, Its a jewelry stick,
Ever see me runnin,
Youll have to be like 'Whod he hit?',
You knew he Vic **** you still trusted him,
Know a lotta robbers from bids, still **** wit them,
That dont mean they up in my crib, Im still hustlin,
Anniversary 9-11 we still sufferin!
Verse 6-Vinnie Paz
Im a mutha****in monster, everything Im spittin is all real,
Take a good look in my trunk and its all steel,
Aint nobody in control its *****'s will,
The other trunk aint filled with diesel,its all krill,
Arm leg leg arm head when the gods build,
You the first devil with a plate when the hogs killed,
You the first one to run from the war,
You the first one to run from Vinnies gun when it draw,
I left your whole team deaf when I spoke,
Then I put your whole entire * ***in set in the yolk,
Yeah, we aint the motha****in set to provoke,
Or else the last thing you see the ****in deck of a boat!