The Last Supper - Outerspace, Celph Titled, Chief Kamachi

I ain’t trying to win the battle I’ma win the war

I don’t dance in the club dawg I dance wit wolves

Sip on the fine potion, enhance my thoughts

Spit murder death kill, I can’t get caught

Been sick so long I think I need a clinic

You got tons of guns, ok we get it

I’ma true emcee see I don’t need a gimmick

Don’t wanna build wit y’all unless you mean digits

And I don’t get invovled wit you weak bitches

I keep my problem solved put 'em in deep ditches

You’se internet hoe, you trying to network

You make a few bucks at show, what is your net worth?

Waiting on my downfall, don’t hold your breath first

And if your squad run deep I push a stretch hearse

Y’all all welcomed to the jungle where the Vet lurk

Where Kamach and Celph Titled I hope that vest work

(Chorus) Planetary 2x

There’s nothing you can say to us Too many niggas hating us Its outta line, we outta time

So start spraying them up Kamach laying in the cut

We bread breaking it up AOTP!!!

Ain’t nobody greater then us I dash outta my bat cave, wit black shades

A fresh fade and an Onyx mad face

This is the deadliest rap you discovered

We overflow storm drains bring it back to the gutta

And no you couldn’t match to my voice from speech course

I talk raspy, I’ma animal, I speak horse

My vocal chords is Tyrannosaurus

And the coordinates from the signal in space went undistorted

Says that I’m more Mormon, more then purpose abortion

Amongst dead swordfish sort of corpse assortment

Army swordsman, Pharaoh Marksmen

We got canonist of carnage, barrels of arsine

I’m heralded often as one of underground raps

Wildest, illest, greatest, sickest and vengeance

Of spitting image of a Satanic spawn

Wit eight mechanic arms

Make a fist in each one will bless you wit a cannon ball

I don’t write my freestyle that’s some New York shit

If it’s written the composition cost a few more chips

I’m Illadelph born, scorned by the Bush administration

Hopefully Barack can help the children get some motivation

I’ma punish every politician try to hurt my babies

I hope McCain OD off cocaine wit his lady

But anyway back to the rap dungeon circumference

My comfort zone is attract to make niggas wanted to throw punches

You lunge then I’m leaping, you front I’m feasting

You bumming I’m beasting, it ain’t nuttin to beat 'em

Till the blood is underneath 'em

I bring the thunder even if the sun a hundred beaming

Six million ways to die, here go a hundred keep 'em

I’ma fucking demon, bitch nigga guzzle semen

Like cheerleaders on the side, what’s the fucking reason?

Y’all niggas look like water boys on stage

Type of niggas that I pray gets on the part wit the gauge

(Chorus) Planetary 2x

Yeah, African Priest, Dashiki’s wit bullet holes

Try to kill me I get in the casket befo bullet close

My whole angle serpentine in the rainbow

Spit voodoo rap, hear it in the Haitian-Congo

Daily is the break dance, mind in the straight trance

Old school murdah, arms crossed in a great stance

'80s style dirty Louis Vuitton

You talk Mob shit but I really flew them to Milan

Between the Crypt and Planet

Straight from the strip wit advantage

But from the Heavens I’m banished

Yeah!

But the sevens will manage

Cuz the sixes is bitches

Five pointed stars on the stage, slitting their wrists

Scorched by the beautiful eyes of the Pharaohs mistress

Number 1 on the mythical hit list, I am this

Just look at the way the gem glist

Messiah Marley, keep some Solomon stems twist

(Chorus) Planetary 2x

(Outro) Chief Kamachi (Celph Titled)

Ah (Rock-rock-on)

Y’all know what it is

(OS rock-rock-on)

AOTP nigga (Rock-rock-on)

Celph Titled (Rock-rock-on)

OS (Rock-rock-on)

Chief Kamachi (Rock-rock-on)