[Apathy]

I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4

But the IV that leads to the funeral floor

Wax gets melted; breaks bones, fractures pelvics

Speeds through space and cracks blast Astronaut helmets

Face it, motherfucker I can pay to get rid of you

I've got more heads in the hood than Pagan rituals

A new tyrannical force for you to fear

Known to kill and keep human ears as souvenirs

A shape shifter face slitter, paper getter

Tape your sister, rape your sister

Make your sister take it in the face

And if you're facing us, block off a 30 block radius

I throw more blows than boxing Dr. Octavius



[King Syze]

Ever since we made some noise I learned people love a winner

We the quality of deep dish rims, y'all the hub spinners

Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner

Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister

Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine

Everytime I rhyme, it's metal; the terror level is high

Plus I testify, it's best you die

Then find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies

Downsize, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt

Clocking in and out of rap, have y'all fiending for work

When I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worth

Non-believing, make me steaming, make you meeting the earth



[Crypt the Warchild]

Ayo it's my world and I wont stop

And if you stand in my way you bound to get popped

In the land where you lay, invade from straight shots

I demand that you pay and stray from straight blocks

I'm the man that you pray, don't spray the flames hot

I could tan in the blaze for days and stain cops

I astound and amaze, y'all praise the same god

I'm a pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard

Have you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all bravehearts

I'm a box up your frame and play the same card

And I'm out for fame, spacebars and quasars

Pharoahs locked the game, no shame, we hate y'all



[Vinnie Paz]

Yeah! Raw muthafuckin rap! Hardcore shit! Ninety four shit

Shoot the fuckin place up, yeah!



[Des Devious]

AOTP blast through your army fatigues

Damage your team, competition done it with ease

Gun in my sleeve cause now a days homicide is my steez

Collecting my cream, I'm living your dream and peeping your scheme

Put you on lean from right hooks, pausing your jux

You fake crooks need to hit them books

Learn the rules of the game

Two to your brain, three to your frame, incredible pain

You getting drenched in that November rain

We the opposite of that whack shit

Trash man of clap rapping, you die, trash it

Five six professional assassins

Rocking these mics and repping my fam' with passion

Remember its Q-Dement', you bastards



[Esoteric]

Tell your man and your parents we be demanding that Brandon appearance

At a minimum my venom damage your lyrics

We be like Manny Ramirez, comes out at fall

With the radical, magical, and emphatical

I'ma battle till I scatter your clavicle

Call me admiral, raising the temp of the room

I'm the emperor, remember I never surrender, I dismember platoons

Your petty men are bafoons

We send them to their doom, a stab of my venom enters their wounds

I mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics

Tupac's alive and well, Big L 'The Devil's Son' ??? with dope lyrics

Live in regret, AOTP these shook rappers hit the deck



[Chief Kamachi]

Courtesy of the streets, make it a microphone Middle East

My speciality, only rhymer enveloping my lyric sheets

Knock turbans off of Sheiks

Use a pipe bomb

Downtown Israeli boutiques full of dead tourists

With they dreams no longer in arms reach

That's what I call 'Dealing with calm speech'

When I alarm your peeps

Inscribed in a peasants palm is a blessed psalm

If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no stepping on

My forty five is my weapon

My culture's a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in

Squarely I step in, tilting my clips and blue Stesson

God is my essence, and you could check these rhymes for reference

adept to any preference, pussy



[Vinnie Paz]

Yeah baby, kings of the motherfucking underground

Y'all motherfuckers don't want it with us. This that raw shit, throw back

shit



[Celph Titled]

I make Evil Knieval music

I come through stunting

Every verse is the same, just flipped a little something something

Baby I'm crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant

Born with an intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship

Shoot at you Chicago fitted and knock your socks off

Aimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks off

I heard you was afraid to say my name on your record

Cause you's afraid I'd put your motherfucking frame on a stretcher

I can't change laws sons, that's a government issue

But I'll break laws with a gun, that's a government issue

It's the army we got power and numbers

And that's nines, forty-fives, and three-five-sevens, and m-500s



[Planetary]

Some people say I'm superior when I shit it

Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous

I am a tyrant, I'm Violent by Design

I silence the scientific with every line of the rhyme

Mozart of street rap, breaking the barriers

Space harrier filled with forties and pit terriers

Ready to mangle, anybody crossing the line

I saw the sign and ran with the army, lost in time

Ready for war but won't rock no dick trees

I rock mic's, you think it's a hundred and sixty degrees

Who stomp crews, batter and bruise clicks

Kill bitches and stab you tricks with loose lips?



[Vinnie Paz]

I'm slightly disturbed, Pazienza is nice with the words

That's the reason that I'm fly like the life of a bird

I don't care if you're dead, let god have ya

Cause I'ma stay rugged and raw like Marv Hagler

That's something you don't know about me small rapper

Nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tapper

Allah backer, murder every track that I'm on

You just spit a fucking verse whack then you're gone

Fuck fame, I study the fame closely

They build you up, then you get rocked like Shane Mosley

It's pain homey, and your blood on my pen

It's Army of the Pharoahs and we're flooded with gems