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this is fucking sick....can't lie....
{Chambers Verse}
i guess theres nothing left for me to do...evil shoot//
i'm burning in hell for my songs long before the needle grooves//
every inch of vinyll...and my lines'll//
fill ya intelligence.....ignorance not tolerated be mindful//
black thought's....my quest love..name is in a noose//
if i go out on a limb....i'll be hangin with the roots//
gotta gang that relays...conveys shit in the booth//
and all these fake players....well i'd trade em for the truth//
i got a serious message//
cuz i fear the connection of nearly respected and clear misconceptions//
but thats barely of essence//
cuz when i share....or bare these weird intellect things.....the snare is a weapon//
i can rock a song.....that line....can't stop for long//
droppin bombs............but got more fuck ups then the octamom's//
8.....speaking of ate....thats something i do//
fucking with you......neine..thats german if your stuck or confused//
skill i'ma ten......so i ain't boutin for long//
in essence.....what i'm saying is don't count on my fall//
i'm cleaning out my closet of the mountain of skulls//
steady flow of regrets....so i drown in the sorrows//
gotta sound you can barrow//
an album of bars so i'ma always be bound to tomorrow//
so i'm heading for the future...embedded in rhymes//
and the shock value's current....i'm a head of my time//
i'm the best...period....no other sentence complies//
noones a menace like i....hit with tremendous replies//
and these envious guys all wanna mention in rhymes//
but if i fuck with a 16......its consensual crime//
and eventually you'll venture into death in the eyes//
you'll intentionally get severed when your met with a slice//
so i'm guessin that the messages to set in your mind//
don't test me or get molested with deadly sublimes//
your mixtape....you can call the fight on the back lash//
and thats why you apologize of the last track//
your just a nerd who can't be raw when your raps crap//
not hip hop...you just the shit that falls from the ass crack//
(M-Russ Verse)
now that the olympics are over, i need a minute to sober up/
i've been in a state of creative vacancy, slowing up,
my need for releasing my very arrogant narratives/
my curriculum's ridiculous, prepare for demerits kids,
my larynx inherits wit, but ballin, i fail to be it/
my tempers rise, indentifying all these australian kids,
naw, i'm just playin they legit, off of my cranium this/
unstoppable apocalypse is poppin it may be the shit,
tom and me spray when we spit, i vomit these playfully slick/
economy stimulating these songs that you hate to resist,
always my name is synonymous with supremacy/
on a list of the ten mc's you would want in your memory,
i'm the top of the chronicle and the peak of the manifest/
the weak'll sit down and rest, i'm keeping your clan in check,
the same is for chambers he drains his head with his dirty wits/
so he should change his middle name to 'enter the 36',
...did i mention? i'm quenching this thirsty niche/
go rent you some dentures and send for pention you wordy bitch,
because before you think that you could enter my sturdy mix/
you'll get the senior price for early bird and for early grits,
i verbally murder kids when i purge my vocabulary/
i'm busrting your capillaries, i'll curdle your glass of dairy,
i spit and exhibit acidic riddles, you laugh along/
and i fester in your chest you're best to get you some gaviscon,
i shatter the tracks i'm on, i expend instrumentals to smoke/
i'm livid with vivid visions of spending my benjamin notes,
attention eventually goes, like rhyming abilities/
i'm a masochistic bastard with his mind on just killing beats,
aligning your spine with the dotted lines on the boulevard/
i rap semi-automatic vernacular, bullet bars,
just don't be surprised if you find you dad and your mom in the morgue/
or packaged in the back of the hatchback of the honda accord,