(verse 1)
freestyle:
i suggest you keep your distance
my death blow's inevitable, and youre
susceptible to physical injury, this
music industry is full of &*^%,
that's why i'm flippin'
dippin' and divin'
phoney executives to keep my wins
consecutive, we also got alot of actors
who claim they bring the drama
the only i'm gettin' laid out
is with your mama, commas
couldn't stop me, semi-colons and hyphens when i freestyle
two hundred words a minute, ^&%*
speed typin', i'm hype and
i see the light at the end of the tunnel
like one in the chamber, ready to
penetrate a stranger
i love the smell of danger, hearin' the word
arsonist ain't hard to figure yet
gotta stop smokin' emcees
somebody pass me the nicorette
(verse 2)
swel:
put your hands together, we 'bout to bust
your melon, crossin' the map with shows,
our vinyls top sellin', so stop
tellin' your tales, your actin' got no character
need more practice?
na, you need more stamina
the man with the
intense spout, burnin' up the vehicle,
the battle's just me and you
<gil> sorry, me and your crew
there's no where to run, so when you end
up gettin' blazed, put your ashes in an
urn and make sure they're being save
(verse 3)
jise:
i keep lookin' into the eyes of my
enemy's fortress, snorkelin'
deep within the outskirts; forfeitin', callin', stallin'
rollin' behind the backburner; stomach turner, don't test me
creepy crawlers i'm yawning, rapper's
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really startin' to bore me
forcin' me to flee upon a carnage
spree, see type remedy for the
tnt
powers that be
feed upon our energy, conceit combine our seeds
here to serve a good deed
for those who need
intervene you bleed
(verse 5)
d-stroy:
i drop fakers like drapes after beatdowns,
defeat clowns with street sounds
neighbors tell me to keep the heat down in this cheap town
where fool's slip like cool chip
this ain't no school trip, it's some cruel #%$!
like news clips
crews strip
demi moore style
watch me rip through fakes, cripple
flakes, make non-believers
do the triple take, i bomb crews without tom cruise
on the mission
my pole position's got competition's
mama wishin
they're stuck to fishin' by ricki's lake
or richard's bay, rhymin' with billy ocean or
al b. sure won't get you play
by joan's rivers i clean clothes, lyrical
mean pros, go against dream flows
hope your team knows we get around like news vans
givin' black and blues man, so who can
touch the man with flavors like toucan
(verse 6)
q-unique:
fully equipped with a mic and a spray can,
i withstand any wicked plan
conjured by a wicked man, the quicker hand'll snatch up
rhyme arsonist q spark the match up
the cypher's in flames; got nothin'
to lose, but a whole lot to gain so
i remain the main
master of ceremonial like puerto rico
remains prisoned by colonial
your half verses
over with curses couldn't phase, my basic
rhyme patterns'll have you all
standin' in a maze, i lace the track
up as if it was my nike air
butter
the all knowin' emcees for unaware,
couldn't compare glare, i outshine
radiant light
bring light
to the subject of lyrical content
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