Artist: Dainjamental f/ 9th Prince, Crunch Lo, Dom Pachino, Polite, Rubbabandz, Shyheim Album: Utopia Song: Ambush Typed by: Cno Evil "Ambush! Ambush!" [Dainjamental] Yo, disastrous, master this, son, I major fast for this Blasphemous MC's, Rebel Dainja is the last of this Faster flip, on a bitch ass, nigga, and smash your shit Crash your crib, splash your kids, celebrate with a glass of Crys' Observe the south, niggas heard the wise and stole my merchandise Observe the spies with the mack, from certified to murder guys Rippin' lead at your vision, the night of the living dead Give the dread the laws, bury your corpse under the river bed War scorping your doors, and left your fucking jaw broken Soft spoken MC's, ran off to the north choking Facing the AK, facing your face, I'm blazing the place You raising your trace, you better recite your Amazing Grace, nigga [Crunch Lo] So how you figure, you can stand the pain, stand the rain When it drops like acid, things become drastic Bodies snatch crowns, body towns, hell's angels Back niggas into ninety degree angles Mic cord strangle, dangle from a tree limb Ten three ten, drama begin, let me speak to you Benny Hill, reach on you five through a snozzle Serve rap fiends with the raw and a bottle Colossal giant in black fatigue, got some weed Two ox's in the mouth, jumping off in Club Speed Nigga please, I spit rabidly, casual Boss Hog Catastrophe accur, if you ever lick the cross on [Polite] Yo, the sharp scriptures, warrior tales, real generals Move like third world criminals Never reveal, keep silent, quiet your tongue Never speak violence, ill alliance, full of small giants Beef climbing, them niggas on the stand lying Slugs flying, but in the hood, the good's dying Six niggas and they armed with big pistols The hardware's official, hollow head missiles, niggas [Shyheim] I'd rather, run with thugs, then hang with pretty boys Hold my wild ghetto ass niggas make noise Everywhere we go, you know my M.O. Rep Staten Island, Stapleton let it be known Stay smoking a bone of the sticky I hypnotize these hoes like Biggie, Biggie, Biggie Drink the Henny straight with a razor, next to my gums and teeth Spit out like saliva, if I get in the beef I'm quick to cut a nigga, just because I got cut It's how I feel, I'm a hot head, I don't chill You like kids that got jumped, everyday after school I would fuck you up, but I don't wanna blow my cool [Rubbabandz] Yo, total disaster, buckle up, nigga Spit rhymes that'll crash ya, drunken monk style bring it to your fucking master The ghost is back, and it's not friendly the Casper Coming after the candy rapper Slash ya off the roster, hip hop imposter You hotter than Nevada, I'm colder than an iceberg in Alaska True master of my style, off the meat rack, natural reaction, wow [Dom Pachino] Shut the fuck up, hit the floor, Dainja lock the backdoors I'm about to make some blood pour like a waterfall Spitting razors out the jaw, love it hardcore Ambushing niggas head, in the bathroom stall Barely breathing, niggas reason, pleading stressed the fuck kout Hairline receading, I'm in town It's just the showdown, guns drawn, you war pawns getting blowned down The Terrorist said silence, no fucking around [9th Prince] Aiyo, I spit verses, that'll bury you beneath the surface I'm murderous like voodoo curses, 9th Prince forever nervous Analog niggas is short circuit, kill or be killed is the purpose Guns and roses where the Earth is, musical apocalypse Run up in the label and hold the A&R for a hostage Lyrics of raw footage, who's with it, go ahead and spit it The weed and dust makes me kill shit (kill shit) [samples] "You'll get ambushed" "Yo, Lord, you don't escape, wanna do a muthafucking drive-by" 4x Grenade!