Doom

Lyrics

[Intro - dusty vinyl crackle, deep bass rumble, scratched turntable cuts, deep voice effects]
Bridge
21 rapid fire machine gun sound effects
Hits in this bitch, little homie …
Voices of doom,... when we get down,..

[Verse 1 - 90's West Coast bounce, thick bassline, sharp snare, laid-back Chicano rap delivery]
Ridin’ through Southern Cali,
Third eye open,
On the fucken lookout,... for the bullshit,..
Ghost with the rhythm,
Spittin' rhymes like Balas,.
Mind on my cash,..
Real mutha fucken Havoc,..
Black magic savage,..
when I slide through the cahyeh'..
Paralyze the foe,..
stack my doe,
my only alibi,.
vinyl scratches and gunshots
Poisonous gat in the stash,..
vinyl scratches and gunshots
Scary Deep voice effect
Adversaries crumble,...
when we fucken rumble...]
vinyl scratches and gunshots
Respect the fucken Klee'ka',..
O G Mah'tohn' Ghost,.. bumpin' out the fucken speaka'
Back to the streets of the Fucken Rifa'..
G in peace,...Kasper and Rascal , when I see ya,
Was back in the day,
just a baby G,
sly and slick,..
hittin' up V N E,
on the fucken crib,
now we ride or die,
on the wicked side of town,..
Heavy deep voice effect
Spirits of Doom,..
when we throw down,..
Ontehrio Vario Suur, donde duerme mis qwetes,
Mensos enemigos, me vah'leh fucken madre,
Mira, we don’t die, we multiply
Real mutha fucka,..gettin' fucken high,..
[Pre-Chorus - tension rising, doubled vocals, heavy kick, tense scratches]
Con el Espíritu de muerte,..
when we slide by,..,

[Chorus - explosive blasts, anthemic, heavy bass, villian layered vocals, aggressive scratches]
Hits in this bitch,... when we get down
Boom Shaka Lacka,.
When we come around
Scary deep voice effect
Westside Villain,
Eyes on a Million,
Boom Shaka Lacka,
gunshots and vinyl scratches
Eyes on my Mula,

[Verse 2 - darker groove, heavier bass, sharper scratches, confident mid-tempo flow]
Still fucken killah,...
Ice fucken cold,... like the Arctic,...
Rap game in a vice,..
back to hell,... we'll drill ya,...
Illa than a ghost'
sittin' vile like a villain'
listo con mi qwete',..
no time for bullshitin,..
Higher than a satellite,
When I step in,
Killah with a grin,..
weapon on sick,
listo for the hit,
Real fucken rimas spittin' out the fucken clip,
Lace the game like William Blake, reincarnated, blazed, faded,
Tradin' war stories with the little homie, wicked,
Mula in stacks,
Eye on my riches,..
vinyl mixed with gunshots
Ghost in the air,
Smoke in the distance,
ready for the hit,
Westside Villain,
in the mutha fucken buildin'
ain't no fucken stoppin'
till we hit the fucken ceilin'
gunshots mixed with vinyl scratches

[Bridge - stripped down beat, eerie pads, whispered vocals, scratched vocal chops]
Boom Shaka Lacka,
We stack fucken Mula,
We drop fucken hits,
[Final Chorus - full power, layered harmonies, huge bass, turntable scratches, shouted ad-libs]
Hits in this bitch,.. when we get down
Boom Shaka Lacka,.
When we come around,
Scary deep monster voice effect
Westside Villain,
Eyes on a Million,
Boom Shaka Lacka,
gunshots and vinyl scratches
Eyes on my Mula,
gunshots and vinyl scratches

[Outro - fading bass, vinyl hiss, echoed deep voice effect, distant ad-libs]
Voices of Doom,...
when we get down,..
vinyl scratches and gunshots