The Crazies Mr Hyde (Ft. Goretex, ILL BILL & Necro)

The Crazies, live in the subways
Complete control the underground
They're Night Raiders

[Mr. Hyde]
Yo
Don't be concerned about to what you heard about me word of mouth
Facts I'll take the burner out and blow your fucking sternum out
I'll keep the fragments, little pieces of your clavicle
In my cabinets to prove you ain't shatter proof
Put the four fifth to you, let all four clips in you
Pain experience is like a Pitch George grip to you
Now you scarecrow dead, watch me tear whole heads
Off at their shoulders I cough as you smolder
Fresh ash particles contaminate the sky
From your flesh barbeque, inhale it to get high
Or pull the tool in your bless, leave you laying on the deck
Fuck your bullet proof vest son, I'm aiming for your neck
Now your beautiful jugular is soaking up my rug
Ain't no crews rugged'er, I'll prove it with a slug
See, we Psycho+Logical- your team's methodical
We back slap fag rappers like bitch prostitutes
Scream! and pray it's only a nightmare
And hope your gaping throats really only a slight tear
In truth you slice right with the nice nine inch knife
Every trife rhyme I write ignite twenty-five to life