Divine Evil

[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi]
Fucking Kamach at your body's [?], get your name
Put on the bodylist, strictly by the homicide hobbyist
Callow for cash, get your spirit, wanna model this
Carefully you're just a size and let the hollow sit
Perfectly, and at norm, too bad you swallow it
Sincerely from the mass one with the polly grip
Clack you, with that cat, you in the alley shit
Ridiculous bloody shirt and scriptions is what the [?] did
The nightlight bro, where the dark-skinned pipes blow
I'll put your brains beyond what the skylights show
From trynna tame the beast and leave 'em slain in the streets
And put your actions in a glass on a mantelpiece
I'll put your body where Mohammed and the camels sleep
Silk stockings on my popping cause I'm a [?] freakful warrior
Check out this funeral home [?] ya, my [?] in your kidneys taking [?]

[Verse 2: Crypt The Warchild]
Yo, it's the gold medallist that can unfold this level, it's irrelevant
MC's battle, I'm too intelligent, my brain pack
More power than freight train tracks, insane cat
Run shit like Hall of Fame backs
I got the speed of Barry Sanders when I carry handlers
I'm nailing rookies to a cross for having bad manners
My dad slammers a shot of tequila with no chaser
It's in the blood, killer thriller like I'm Joe Frazier
Or Ali the greatest, my squad be couragious
I pray to god cause it hurt when we lost to the Lakers
I'm just a street nigga dropping it on beats quicker
I speak slicker in the booth and let the beats hit ya
I see pictures of your spirit, it crumbles
I sit back with Chief like two lions, in the jungle
I'm firing bundles of grammar, [?] coaches
I kill your hype man, spit flames and then I lay low kid

[Hook: Outerspace]
We the reason DJs still spinning the wax
And the reason B-boys still spin on their backs (us)
The real reason why this clean in their caps
And the reason real MCs love killing the track

[Verse 3: Planetary]
Ey-yo I'm unbreakable bravehearted, equipped to slay target
Tip [?] of gas and stray bullets to trademarket
I'm brainwashing, to the point where a stain's [?]
Must be [?] to reach your words, so lay on it
I hate nonsense, [?] spitting the flame garbage
Watch I'll go down in flames in plane's cockpit
To pay hommage, or wind up like a slain hostage
One double your chest explodes to a strange object
The same profit, in a game for the same topic
I've been a drop for better days so Imma reign constant
I'm on it for your platinum plaques, with a platinum axe
Everything I spit is actual fact so [?]
Kamach and Space, y'all got beef, then cancel that
Was thrown in [?] for the way I dismantle cats

[Hook]

[Outro: Various scratches and samples overlap]
*Outerspace*
*Kamachi*
*Bring the skills back*
*You know we can't lose*