Chrono Cometh Lyrics

Move aside, Schoolly D

There's a new King in New York City

Sucka MC, top dawg, I'm tellin' yuh

Hooking on the streets with the cheap code, nailin' yuh

White MC, with a dream and helluva

imagination, fuck the game, I'm nailin' the...

Hip-hop game, straight back to the basics

The game in a pitch, for the New York natives

I came, I saw, I conquered

I own every MC, from Staten Island to Yonkers

Damn, Neno. That's fire

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Yeah, we up in that...

West Brooklyn, silver-cladded hoodlums

Bangin' goon tunes, quick like the Mazda zoom-zoom

It's the, Chrono Cometh. Yeah, I'm tired of slumming

Time to lay siege and have the hood rats running

Yeah we, not discreet, blood in the streets, blood on the feet

Blood runneth over till the enemy retreats

Victory, now your history

Your bloodline will end in misery

Prophecy untold, breaking all thresholds

I'll never fold, be bought, sold, or controlled

I ain't aiming at yuh, unless I come correct

So just know when I'm aiming at yuh, that a fo sho certain death

Deuce deuce, with a banana clip

And a quick click of the hair trigger, got your body bag quick-zipped

I eat lightning and spit thunder, hit him with the thunder-stick

Then proceed to pillage and plunder

Now my reign you under

And I'll slide through your bitch's DMs, like the silver surfer

It's the, Cometh of Chrono, coming like Soprano

Open a can of whoop-ass, like Captain Insano

Yeah it's, bad bitches with bad attitudes

With cherry lipstick kisses, smoking cigs, and drinking brew-brews

Voodoo and strange magic

G-Wizard cooking up something diabolical in his mother's attic

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Damn, that's a whole lot of attitude

Coming from a dude, with a motherfucking bitch-snitch crew

Damn, chest out and everything

Keep up the boaster and I'll use your mouth as a holster

New York City is my domain, catch me surfing the L train

With a bottle full of champagne, and a gauntlet full of cocaine

Warcrime Wednesdays, like I'm Saddam Hussein

as I maintain, the five boroughs through my war campaign

I spit venom like Eddie Brock, straight off the block

With a Glock in my croc, ready to pop off like I'm Static

Shock

Fist full of fuckery, with a cracka full of attitude

That's a full metal gauntlet, you don't understand the magnitude

Rob the liquor store, with nothing but a battle-axe

Catch me on Palisade, blunt-blowing in the Cadillac

Me and my amigos, my Camelot killa's

Pull up with a kick drum fist fight, like the J Dilla

Warfare guerrilla, skin tone vanilla

Armored up tight, like a motherfucking silver armadilla

Excalibur, Mac-10, it begins

Spitting, spraying, oozing, out the 9milli caliber

I pity whoever's left bleeding on the concrete

Now bite the curb, while my bloody sabatons beat teeth

Curb stomping, train hopping, perc popping

No stopping, the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh

Look out below, it's the Chrono Cometh