Hip Hop Crusaders

[Verse 1: Knowledge]
Five tools, through I rules and all five tools
A fine tool creatin' cyphers I provide to take the light
'Cause even seein' wouldn't explain where the sight was yeah
But I learned to stay aware even with a slight buzz
My enemies wouldn't catch me slippin'
Why would they want to do that when they rather see me land on my back?
Strategic plans of attack prevent that from happening, imagining, I would never get fucked like abstinence.
Enough knowledge to make your wisdom sweat
Forget the vision let's add the understand the math
I intersect what's left of the truth, another falsehood, the wise cats always saying, "damn Chrome It's all good!"
Nah it ain't that I had to paint this track with my brains with a gat
Phone snare beware stay aware of that
Easy to squeeze slugs with hair triggers in fact
Really exact, bust through the amateur cap

[Verse 2: King Syze]
King Syze SnowGoonS man we back again
Attacking with pens that'll tackle an actual trend
This is masters of revenge, hip hop the crusaders
Spitting with razors to any muthafuckers try to slay us
Dont try to play us and not pay us we get antsy,
I get gullied and attack like a chimpanzee
With this No. 3 Beer, drunk more vodka than beer
QD up in the air, yeah, we rocking this year
With a vision of fast dough, a blizzard of black snow
A bullet for assholes that's tryna master my rap flow
Hero material is what I'm giving you
I'm back in business I smack a wizard yeah, if he acting vicious
Ain't no difference on whoever you bring
'Cause uh, whoever you bring is A under my wings
They lifting me up and slicing the track stitching it up
QD in this bitch we don't give a fuck what

[Verse 3: Kev Turner]
Yo, father please forgive 'em, cuz they know not what they do
Then I please what live in Kevin, inhale, exhale, breathe the rhythm
Shed blood in the name of love bleed this wisdom
Young Black Americans spread like disease in prison
And stare at you with ice cold freezer vision
Then the heaters lifted, triggers squeeze and glistening
Like sun hitting the ocean while the breeze is shifting
I'm from Philly homie home of Rasheed the Piston
Them jaws stay knocked up and weed be twisting
While the fiends be itching, sniffing feeling twitching
Ready to hit that line like Eagles DBs blitzing
Q-Demented yeah yeah, we be flipping, spitting non-stop heat without the needle skipping
So when the people ask who they done see that spitting
Kev Turner be the name that we need be mentioning, uh

[Verse 4: Qualm]
They call me elephant boots one man army salute
When the king step in fuck it give him some room
Tear the track apart 300 Goons, all syndicated, Buddha smoke in my tomb
Live forever through my words that the mass gon' consume
I bash ya head in, ever since a tyke in the classroom
Murder music head full of boom
3D doom you see me soon muthafuckas! Desert dream vulture pick ya bones clean, Nobody left they took the whole thing
The same brain with the bass and the drum
Shatter ya frame beware in the slums, fuckas
I stay in the street like cracks and bums
Where malice is from, where emotions are numb
We are hard gross callous, Snowgoons, Savage Brothers, Lord Lhus, beware

[Verse 5: Lord Lhus]
I feed off blood you would never catch me rocking no Versace
Keeping it rugged weak minds can never stop me
Lord Lhus soon to be rapping inside the tour bus
Spaced out like planet X outta town tryna score buds
Adore sluts keep 'em coming until my ego's fed
Or I'm hitting the streets with drugs making illegal bread
I breed the dead with Snowgoons, rocking cult status
This the classic tracks I spit on after I wrote madness
The flow's drastic like broken dams, the Son of Sam, gun in hand
And faggots pull dance moves like running man
Run with a clan down south, rob you for two bucks
See me in the sticks with a shank stab and the Ku Klux
Give two fucks about nothing, wrapping up Dutches
Standing in the street battling corny muthafuckas
I was born to drop bombs they spitting with a diseased crew Murder your cypher and I'm living you diseased too
We taking over the game it's time 2009
Watch us shine like a gamma
Rhyme flee flow through time
Aftertime we rip it you know the style explicit
We get real loud when we kick it, you faggots bow to the wicked
Yeah, back on ya feet, spark up the weed, till the sack's burnt, Packing up ya meat raw cuts from DJ Waxwork
Leave ya track cursed with my thoughts, flip into evil
Run up on you with Det and my man DJ Illegal