The Killing Fields
King Magnetic Outerspace & Vinnie Paz Lyrics

(Crypt)
Introduction to the song

Yeah, the real is back cocksucker, this is 08
The true essence of hip hop is back in the game since the year 2008

A lot of people show love, people sho' hate
There are numerous people who exhibit their love, while some display hatred

A lot of niggas fall back but I won't wait
Several individuals withdraw, but the artist of the song does not wait for them

This doe will be made, I motivate to those states
Money will be earned, and the artist of the song motivates individuals in particular states

We build destroy only just to keep building
We construct and destruct just to rebuild

We kill the noise only just to reach millions
We silence the chatter just to reach an audience of millions

Time to step my game up, change myself
It is time to enhance one's abilities and alter one's ways

I neva point the finger I blame myself
I never blame others, I take responsibility for my faults

I make this music for me, refuse to sleep
The artist of the song creates music for oneself and rejects the notion of sleep

He who works hard, he usually eat
Those who work diligently tend to reap benefits

We two but we deep, we grew some more beat
Although there are two of us, our group has become more substantial

We Q to the D, we glued to the streets
We are from Queens, New York and hold an undying loyalty for it

Who's who when he speak? That dude is a key
Who is significant when they speak? The singer of the song is the key

He who barks loud, he usually sweet
Those who boast loudly about themselves tend to be weak

Maneuver the beat, paralyze the bassline
Control the rhythm and halt the bassline

Dismantled kick snare and I neva take time
Disassemble the kick and snare without spending too much time

Laid on the line even if it takes mine
Risk everything even if it means losing everything

Laid on your mind even if it takes nine
Repetitive thoughts can impact your soul, even if it means madness

Shots to your melon, Cerebellum on the Stateline
Gunshots would hit your head, precisely the cerebellum, leading to death

Spit 20/20 Primetime like its Dateline
Lyrics are delivered smoothly and flawlessly, just like a perfect newscast

Everything is real in this field we walking
All experiences in this life are authentic

We talking, we start this, no comp nigga
We are discussing our triumphs and struggles amongst ourselves, with no competition from others

We lock shit down
We secure and control our surroundings

And this shit gon' burn
And the fire will spread

All day you in the way, Paz it's your turn
All day, the singer of the song has been impeding our progress. Now, it is Vinnie Paz's turn.

This is ignorance at its finest
This represents pure stupidity

I'm most high like Dalai Lamas
I am at the highest level, like the Dalai Lama

I cock back the four/fifth put you in pajamas
Drawing a firearm and shooting someone will make them fall unconscious

I don't think that I even needed my fist to stop it
I didn't even need to use my hands to end this

My word bond it's similar to a Prince's promise
My word is a commitment, just like a promise made by a Prince

I shoot 3 at you three times like Clinton Thomas
I shoot thrice at someone, just like Clinton Thomas

Fuck around wit Pazi and get you hit wit llamas
Engage with Vinnie Paz and expect to be shot with guns

I ain't even really trying to go war wit you
I am not interested in fighting with you

I'm just gon' let you know that I'mma let the four hit you
I will let the firearm do the work and shoot you with it

Put you in the Tabernacle let the Lord hit you
After I shoot you, put you in a container, and let the Lord punish you

Send you to the blue Mosque let Allah get you
After shooting, I will send you to a Mosque where Allah will punish you

Break your jaw wipe the mothafucking floor wit you
I will make you fall, shatter your jaw and rub your body on the ground

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrtttt...
Sound of gunshots

That's why they hate you nigga
That's why you are disliked by people

Stop that, let's do it
Don't say that, let's make it happen

I drink wine out the holy Tabernacle, its shackles
I drink wine from the sacred container, even though it's a restraint

Throwing that ludicrous shookeries, that Judas statue
Expressing an appreciation for the slang terms and comparing them to the statue of Judas

Planetary get at you wit Warchild at the chapel
Two famous rappers, Planetary and Warchild, will come to confront you in a Chapel

It's rotten like Adam's apple that infested the battle
The battle becomes tainted, like the concept of original sin

I ejected poisonous outta my brain to tame
I removed toxic thoughts from my mind to control myself

Evil thoughts that arose as we toast to fame
As we celebrate our success, malevolent ideas also emerge

As we say a prayer for the fallen labels
We offer prayers for the record labels that collapsed

As we eat the Last Supper off Angie's table
We have our final supper at Angie's table, similar to the Last Supper of Jesus Christ

Breaking bread wit the Army
Having a meal with the collective group of rappers together

Sound of the streets called me
The voice of the streets motivated me

Satan's messenger tried to harm me
The Devil's emissary tried to hurt me

But he ain't stronger then me, NOPE!!
But I am more powerful than him, absolutely not

Mag I'm just like Moses
I am similar to Moses, an Old Testament religious leader

I call the rules of the game as I walk in the ocean
I make the rules of the game and it's like controlling the ocean

This is what we like to call poetry in motion
This song is an example of beautifully composed poetry

Catch us overseas wit the crowd wide open
We can be found across the globe where our fans are wild and excited

It's the New Testament Heaven sent so bow down
Our music is New Testament like, so respect and worship it

Kiss the ring of the Lord, man our time is now
Acknowledge and admire the greatness of our artistry, our reign has begun

All day you in the way, Mag it's your time
All day, my path is blocked. Now, it's time for King Magnetic to shine.

The jig will cause a drip in your throat like you blew Hov
The scam will make your throat feel dry and itching, just like smoking crack cocaine

You only see the burners when they use like a new stove
The firearm is visible only when used, like how a new stove is visible only when in use

I'm too old for new roads, too cold to warm up to new hoes
I am too experienced in life to adjust to new situations, and too detached to succumb to your charms

Do shows for two O's and two buck
Performing rap concerts for a meager sum of $200 and $2 respectively

The two bucks will do something, too much
The small amount of money can go a long way, which is too much to handle

Move up, move out, you bruise up, shootout or shoot up
Leave the area and avoid getting hurt, else get into a fight or deadly encounter

At odds wit my new luck, I'm nos when I'm souped up
I struggle with my fortune and become high on drugs when I am motivated

In arms wit a toothbrush, if God couldn't rule us
Carrying a toothbrush to use it as a weapon, despite God's guidance and teachings

Then God doing too much, I'm one in a million
God can't oversee every aspect of your life, hence the tension. The artist of the song is unique.

Meaning five thousand others is wanted for killing
This indicates the rarity of the artist of the song, out of 5 billion people on earth, only a few are as skilled as him and are wanted for murder.

Outta five billion I'm the one or the runner up
Out of 5 billion people, the singer of the song is either the first or second best.

Twelve bars you almost on my dick like my gun is stuck
After singing 12 bars of the song, the audience is so engaged with the song that it's as if they have become stuck on the artist's gun.