Catacombs (feat. Serum)
I'm from the hood full of go getters And Goal setters
If they ever ran into a wall
They saw their name and throw Letters
Dope edits for more credit
Po po won't get us
So sick with it Covid needs medics
Gotta bet it like reddit
The game won't stop
AMC that projects his thoughts
Like a Tarantino plot
Hot box with the iron mic
We put these songs to your third eye
To see what the temperature is like
The dynamite might be sweating
Feels like the feds got prosthetics
Willing to lend a hand
I wondering which Armageddon
Last sentence might be censored
If it don't reach consensus
Pay attention interesting times we entered
It's evident that venting is out the window
Alarms from the purge emerge when warning reach crescendo
Venmo some hard earned doe that's worth a lot less than before
To support Total control
I'm on a boat called hope
That I can't keep afloat
Cuz your thoughts being provoked
Is a violent approach
And I don't know where I'm going
But I ain't going alone
Hip hop's my home
Fuck anybody sitting on that thrown
So
Welcome to the catacombs
Where the weak get gone
And the culture's
Supports to hold your own
Where the lyricist roam
Breakers in they zone
Spray cans and tips in the mix
In the catacombs, it's where they massacre ya valentine like Al Capone
Retaliation call it Palestine, take back our home
A savage battle zone
They whoop yo ass before reach for Yo gat, this aint the Alamo
Catching tags like I did em with a Lasso rope Shadowboxing raps as if My name was Larry Holme
Trappin clones be taxin flows cause They don't have their own
I'm San Lazaro, Alex Jones, smack The pope
It's like I'm watching m.a s.h., a Classic show
And they tracks I call em glad, in the Trash it go plastic talkin bout them Bags,
They haven't sold
Wolfpack tracks
Untraceable to average joe's
Peedy pass the dro
If survival of the fittest
We the last to go
Niggas spinning on their backs and In the earth they left a massive hole
Not a disaster, its the entrance to the Catacombs
Welcome to the catacombs
Where the weak get gone
And the culture's
Supports to hold your own
Where the lyricist roam
Breakers in they zone
Spray cans and tips in the mix
If they ever ran into a wall
They saw their name and throw Letters
Dope edits for more credit
Po po won't get us
So sick with it Covid needs medics
Gotta bet it like reddit
The game won't stop
AMC that projects his thoughts
Like a Tarantino plot
Hot box with the iron mic
We put these songs to your third eye
To see what the temperature is like
The dynamite might be sweating
Feels like the feds got prosthetics
Willing to lend a hand
I wondering which Armageddon
Last sentence might be censored
If it don't reach consensus
Pay attention interesting times we entered
It's evident that venting is out the window
Alarms from the purge emerge when warning reach crescendo
Venmo some hard earned doe that's worth a lot less than before
To support Total control
I'm on a boat called hope
That I can't keep afloat
Cuz your thoughts being provoked
Is a violent approach
And I don't know where I'm going
But I ain't going alone
Hip hop's my home
Fuck anybody sitting on that thrown
So
Welcome to the catacombs
Where the weak get gone
And the culture's
Supports to hold your own
Where the lyricist roam
Breakers in they zone
Spray cans and tips in the mix
In the catacombs, it's where they massacre ya valentine like Al Capone
Retaliation call it Palestine, take back our home
A savage battle zone
They whoop yo ass before reach for Yo gat, this aint the Alamo
Catching tags like I did em with a Lasso rope Shadowboxing raps as if My name was Larry Holme
Trappin clones be taxin flows cause They don't have their own
I'm San Lazaro, Alex Jones, smack The pope
It's like I'm watching m.a s.h., a Classic show
And they tracks I call em glad, in the Trash it go plastic talkin bout them Bags,
They haven't sold
Wolfpack tracks
Untraceable to average joe's
Peedy pass the dro
If survival of the fittest
We the last to go
Niggas spinning on their backs and In the earth they left a massive hole
Not a disaster, its the entrance to the Catacombs
Welcome to the catacombs
Where the weak get gone
And the culture's
Supports to hold your own
Where the lyricist roam
Breakers in they zone
Spray cans and tips in the mix
Credits
Writer(s): P Ferrer Iii
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