129 Lyrics & Chords By The Undergods

I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
One millennium later, I’m still a cannibal
Hands free answerable, memory expansible, sample you,
Question you, answer you, dismantle you
To examine you in the flight path, a light craft
If my rhymes climb height too fast you might crash
Tried to get through though ____ tape Benazir Bhutto
The assassin got too close
Search party found a body, no prints, just nobbies
Corpse smell like pastrami, anybody care to stop me?
The mic’s out of tune, tell the sound engineer
‘bada bing bada boom’ sound check one two
You, what were you thinking? Who the fuck cares about lyrics?
How can this even exist?
It’s a smiley face attached to the paper next to the gun rack
Copenhagen did six sets of tracks
Cannibalise the kid spitting something that is fit for consumption
Some niggas hate it some niggas love it, the shot which make you stiffen your stomach
A thousand bars of running, you still trying to spit a hundred
Too stubborn to see the Undergods coming
At Robert Lange Studio pressing buttons,
Plugging microphones in and busting, Big Punisher never punches
I don’t know how he does it, but he would be proud of it
Canibus, Keith Murray, UnderGods, we coming!