Narrow grave

intro. Planetary: Yeah yeah, Kamachi, Planetary, King Syze.

Verse 1. Chief Kamachi:

Yo, They love the way i pent a chant under a tainted lamp, hear my voice blast from a village amp.

I kill the reciters of lies, get burned by the fire from the light of my eyes.

Its Kamachi, Possessed by the Pharaoh ways, on the ground like where the dead bone marrow stays.

The spot where you breath is where the arrow lays, a side-ways death for a Narrow Grave.

My shit hit hard like an arrow raid, we blow aint no need for a barricade.

They lookin' for good luck like a barrel of Jade.

They lookin', so stuck when the barrel sprayed.

From the Five Perfect Exertions they waitin in fait.

The Devil card from the tower on the table is layed, pussy.

Chorus: Fall back fold up, rappers is so tough, untill the army roll up bangin' that Cold Crush. We sent shots to your chest and leave your sould touched, lock and load up, post up toast up. Fall back fold up, rappers is so tough, untill the army roll up bangin' that Cold Crush. We sent shots to your chest and leave your sould touched, lock and load up, post up toast up.

Verse 2. King Syze:

Ayo i roll wit dem, claimin Syze'l save them local crews, only the chosen few can ride with the most explosive crew, but not you.

Jealous ones they envy us, 'coz we spit venomous, to books remeber us.

Hells fire embeded us plus sins condemin' us, its just what i write ignite cop killers and predators.

I be like this, best beleive i can make noise, spittin metaphorics 'till the chosen chapters are boarded.

With my, mind in orbit knock you off you high horses, deal with high sorces eat the meal its five coarses.

The flames is high, when my brain and the train collide, I'm the much needed change of time, the game is mine.

No strength in the niggas that be hatin' my peers, but theres the army part of me y'all been waitin for years.

From a small block hip-hop, bustin my tool.

King Syze no shit, what can i say man it nothin' new.

Chorus: Fall back fold up, rappers is so tough, untill the army roll up bangin' that Cold Crush. We sent shots to your chest and leave your sould touched, lock and load up, post up toast up. Fall back fold up, rappers is so tough, untill the army roll up bangin' that Cold Crush. We sent shots to your chest and leave your sould touched, lock and load up, post up toast up.

Verse 3. Planetary:

I'm a scientist in a lab, with the violent twist and the gift of gab.

Pharaoh tongue that can lash through your click and stab.

From the days where you carry screw-drivers in back pockets incase you had to prove that your crew liva (livelier).

We was hatin on your propertly and 'till this day i still got rookie niggas tryna copy me.

Planetary nigga Q-B original, smooth criminal, bash your mental, bruise your physical.

Its somethin' about the evilness of this track that make the Heavens Gates close and the Tabernacles crack, infact.

It seperate all the lies and the facts, it makes you see the light right before the sky turn black.

It turn boys to men, it turn toy soldiers to generals, innocent mother fuckers graduate to criminals.

It makes you think twice about who you are, makes you feel like death comin' every 16 bars.

Chorus: Fall back fold up, rappers is so tough, untill the army roll up bangin' that Cold Crush. We sent shots to your chest and leave your sould touched, lock and load up, post up toast up. Fall back fold up, rappers is so tough, untill the army roll up bangin' that Cold Crush. We sent shots to your chest and leave your sould touched, lock and load up, post up toast up.