The Underworld 2 - Reel Wolf, Havoc, Johnny Richter

H, Living on the dark streets get your throat slit

Eyes open, nigga better stay focus

Got my wolves in here, that kush in the air

Make you disappear like Hokus Pokus

We’ll never play fair, give a fuck who care

You heir to the throne, get aired on the throne

Muthafucka, I’m Damien’s Omen

Ready and willing, my pen is seated on penicillin

Drilling or filling feelings, or pin it and then I kill it

Concealing, my pen is killing

The villain that’s hitting, drill 'em

I’m chilling, able to make a million while your blood is spilling

Yelling laws, killing series like a holocaust, watch a baller

Catching fire like a Molotov, y’all are falling off

Met them out of my peak, Kid Fade, Psych Ward

And we are playing for keeps

So who am I?

Johnny Richter from the West Side

goes all day, zombie like all night

'Cause I might size you up then bite

Fuck with me, I’ll rip your head out your windpipe

You in the panic 'cause all I did was damage

The reason why, fuck

Kill a man for the kilogram

Kill a man back from the front with a slug like a militant

Feel a man nigga ran with a realer clan

Still a hand mover nigga fat like the thriller dance

Silverback you warm up like guerrilla plan

Still a band filler I’m a champ 'n' you still a fan

Pop a bottle in the club then we spill a grand

Garry Coleman your fucking head with a skillet pan

The titan that’s rising from the back of the morgue

The barbarian created for war

Witness the villainous minister boss

Spit ridiculous, religious, sickening scriptures

With every bit of resilience and twisted wicked voice

Simple nobody holds candles to the syllable lord

And the temple be careful that’s why the symbol of Hanukkah’s for

Slap a whore dressed like Macklemore at a thrift store

I’mma cut above how you niggas think like a lobotomy’s for

Before I self-destruct where I stand today

With a hand grenade and just pull the pin

I’mma rant and rave, with a can of RAID

For you cockroaches in this piss pool of sin

This ghoulish grin and this mood I’m in

These psych drugs went and got my head all heavy

I had the worst verse in the first Underworld

Fuck, I’m supposed to be dead already

You know me well!

Reel wolf!

Bury you in the Underworld

Psychedelic, Vicodin microphone villain

Trife like a Rikers felon, I strike your cerebellum

Nike acapella, compelling, incredible killing

Audible, verbal, recordable murder.

homie I’m chilling

Encyclopedia, psycho media, Expedia

CD are greedier, music industry CPR

Smack you like crack chemicals

Pull out the gat and attack generals

You’re whack, you lack genitals

Victorious, impervious champion

I am the streets my footprints stamped in

Every rap that I pin, raw A1

Spitting like a motherfucking M4A1

Ruste Juxx my long range accurate

Lyrical monster niggas scared to do a track with

Break backs with the greatest of ease

It’s Crown Heights nigga, triple OG’s

Somebody tell this chick in the trunk to keep it down

If them boys pull me over, I’m pulling them pieces out (BLOW)

I thought I told you tell her: keep it down

Dawg I did, man she cool

Then why the fuck her hands and feet stickin' out?

I’m trippin', you don’t want to see this long-nose I’m grippin'

Like Scottie Pippen, I tear through him and everybody’s pissin'

Kuniva don’t be talkin' with snitches it’s not a comedy

When I crack a nigga up and leave him in stitches

Bitches

The American drug lords and African raids

North American greed, and Europeans relate

Australia’s finances, Asia is hell bound

With nuclear war and an Antarctican melt down

A state of urgency so I’m proposing a call

To stay focused on the good and the hope for us all

Explored seven continents within eight of these bars

Crawl out the Underworld and see how related these are

Black mask like Jihadi John

Wax like molly wong

Rap’s Tommy Chong

Burn sherm like Bob Marley’s bong

Hit that bitch with a gnarly dong

Pop off in her mouth like Mardi Gras

Wipe my dick off on her mother’s couch, sorry mom

Fucking party on

Hung like Donkey Kong

And in control like Marley Marl

Exploding cult leader

Make that bitch gargle and swallow

Then burp up a whole liter

Extort your team nigga

Beef in the street with the pork and beans nigga

Swine on your mind, divine on my grind

No time to recline I’m trying to get mine

I get it while the gettin' is good

I’m good at gettin' it God the shit in the hood

Boy be shootin', loud shots noise pollution

I’m real, I don’t build, I destroy your movement