Artist: Heavy Metal Kings f/ Crypt the Warchild Album: Heavy Metal Kings Song: Devils Rebels Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Outside the 83rd precinct station house Members of the Devils Rebels threatened to kill the police who were holding the three gang members Some of the police ignored the gang's taunts, but others did not [Ill Bill] I be the triple six O.G. homie, melt you like cheese on pepperoni Death to phonies, the resurrection of Tony Like Dr. Malachi York in his heyday, I'm "Dre Day" My brains spray like Jeru when he dropped on Payday My brainwaves are rocket ships and space planes Better yet freight trains, better yet AK's Rainy days make me think about my grandmother and my Uncle in the jungle with a bundle and the junkie gets the hunger When the humble seen the rumbles in the big park Cats'll run up on you for a parka, my projects was Clive Barker It was markers, monsters, and conquerors Corner liquor store robberies Shootouts in front of my school constantly Kickin over displays in the Milky Way, the filthy way Fuck around you catch a buck fifty in your face 57-14 Farragut Don't ever come around here on no motherfuckin faggot shit Beat you in the face with the ratchet kid Leave you restin in peace on some forever after shit We them Heavy Metal Kings, let the hammers click Ready to handle shit We talented homey, hand me that banana clip [Vinnie Paz] This is books of blood, nothing surroundin me but crooks and thugs Drinkin 40's, smokin wa-ga-da cooking drugs My shit harder than liquor that you would put in pubs I got Sierra ballistics that you could put in plugs I put my hand on the Bible, lie to the judge I didn't even mean to be high, but I was I guess it's just a procedure to ride with my thugs I guess I'm just a believer in God, just above Yeah - run up on your car for cream Allah udeem, on his deen, y'knahmean? (Humduallah) I ain't fucking with small shit only thorough heaters The ice grill get you robbed, Sergio Martinez Your whole clique a bunch of broads, y'all all divas Y'all on some Kanye faggot shit, all skeezers I always handle the rock, y'all all defense Dim Mak hit your chest, your heart weakens [Crypt the Warchild] Okay~! We critically acclaimed, lyrically we reign Clinically insane, Heavy Metal King, Official Pistol Gang I distribute pain, what seems to be the issue man? My main issue is y'all lame, we ain't the same So we ain't on the same page, we a different book Youse a gimmick type, gay, that's a different look Trust nobody, loyalty is forbidden So when a nigga turn his back Paz four-fifth him Everybody rah-rah, I just say they talk But never sneak the fifty on me like I'm AJ Hawk Killadel, Pistolvane, let the melee spark They barely scratchig the surface, how they claim they sharp? Temple of doom, goon platoon, we just take they heart Your shit is terrible, your excuse? You claim it's art My presence in the vocal booth is like that of God I try to school them but society is brainwashed