Contra Mantra

Uh, yeah, okay. A.O.T.P.
E.S, Celph Titled. What up? Uh.
[Verse One] [Crypt The Warchild]
I solemnly swear, this is my testimony
Ima keep it one hundred while the rest are phony
Im wildin out like suicide is my mission
I aint tryin to be crucified by the system
You should take heed, I advise you to listen
Watch me break knees, Im surprisin my victims
The question remains who am I when Im spittin?
Its me, the MC, I aint no new edition
My minds 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 thats forbidden
So back the **** up when Im removin my fitted
You could never walk in these shoes you dont fit in
Yall all say your hot but that is just your opinion
Yall can all die in the spot that you sit in
A.O.T.P., the underground has risen
[Chorus] [Planetary] [x2]
(All we do is spray) till the game come back
Thats why we sittin here building, spittin flame on tracks
(So what you say) dont matter at all
So we gon sit here and wait till God answer the call
[Verse Two] [Esoteric]
Its such a pity
Aint nothing pretty
Lyrics bury cats under 150 tons of scum in the city
You say you poppin bottles and stunnin like Diddy?
But your pockets be flatter than a models stomach and tittes
While you frontin like you rugged an gritty
Why I spit it so hot
Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than Biggie an Pac
Im from that late 90s era where the Polo wasnt jig enough
A Gucci and Louie and Prada **** wasnt big enough
I would spit it ridiculous, stay on point like Rondo
Yall bring up the rear like a J-Lo convo
No they dont want no beef, they all want their teeth
I may go Bronco, so lay low pronto chief
Four albums in a year, thats more than in your whole career
They all bang, battle?
I do more than end your whole career
So severe, beat you with a foldin chair, listen
A.O.T.P.s what the games missin
[Chorus] [Planetary] [x2]
(All we do is spray) Till the game come back
Thats why we sittin here building, spittin flame on tracks
(So what you say) Dont matter at all
So we gon sit here and wait till God answer the call
[Verse Three] [Celph Titled]
Yo, yeah
Paper money
Know I wanna see that iron buck
They be robbin hoods/Robin Hood, so I keep that fryer tucked/Friar Tuck
Try to have these props taken from me?
You end up red and blue like a female cop on they monthly
Dumpin student bodys in front of the student body, air em out
Beacon on my radar tellin me wheres ya whereabouts? (where?)
Magazine drums, have ya head bobbin
Dead body nonstop noddin downhill in a toboggan
Shoot the Uz through ya house in Honolulu (Ooh wow)
Ill 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
Youll be rockin an upside-down visor
And it wont be a wack fashion trend neither
More like Suge Knight/Vanilla Ice ****, hotel balcony danglin
My monsoon is Tom Cruise Valkyrie famous
[Chorus] [Planetary] [x2]
(All we do is spray) till the game come back
Thats why we sittin here building, spittin flame on tracks
(So what you say) dont matter at all
So we gon sit here and wait till God answer the call