March of Doom by Cris the Prophet Lyrics

[Verse 1: Cris the Prophet]
March of Doom
Stompin’ through some lyrical buffoons
We about to sweep up the game like brooms
Approach the mic like vroom, we hit you quick and slick
Silence 1, 2, 3, explosion in this bitch
Nuclear war shit, for a fight you choose abortion
Don't want no part of what makes you feel hopeless
So stop jokin’ and actin’ like you got game
When our bust already carved for the hall of fame
Shootin’ verbal darts from a crazy range
You can't blame us, for being born with crazy aim
Were here to explain, what it is to rap with pain
And expose all you wack rappers that be lame
Shit will never be the same, once the marchs complete
Deadly venom from our tongue, we call it viper street
Don't even try and enter, cause you better remember
Every mothafucka head here we sever
A sharper delivery, we slice better
We neva' get dull, we stay sharp forever
Mentality stayin’ clever, yet a bit rebel
We killin’ everything, our red dot aims redder
[Verse 2: Chuux]

[Chorus: Cris the Prophet]
March of Doom
Stompin’ through some lyrical buffoons
We about to sweep up the game like brooms
Ima do it with my goons, late night with the moon
Deadly in our shoes, this the March of Doom