(feat. Celph Titled, Tonedeff, Sankofa, Kashal-Tee)



[Tonedeff]

Yo, first I sprinkle a verse

By adding words, rhymes

Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines

Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme

Then ima let 'em and split 'em and add

Feelin my wrath

Vagrantly depart to the south so dirty

You want to be given a bath

Give it a pathelogical lie to deny that i'm nice

And the truth hurts (ow)

Wearin' a blue shirt the best buy for the price

Figure, Six guys this live and nice on the mic

So don't dis us because we're fly, 

Until you try what it's like

I'm liable to Slice at these emcee bastards

Leaving their knees fractured

Needing every peice of their teeth re-crafted

So don't front 'cause I see past it

You're harmless like wolverines adamantium claws

Yhen they're retracted

The scene's backlit, 

It seems static will wreack havoc

A beat battered, I'll keep rappin' 

In leech battle, will dreams shatter

In three nanoseconds (damn)

Count your patients, One step to Tonedeff

You're gone in sixty seconds like (?)



[Deacon]

I leave you riddled with basics

There's no need for complexity

To be beside myself I need God next to me

Just kiddin' 

I'm patially bull shittin'

The only time I take a loss pussy's

When I lose kittens

I pitch shit past 'ya, no matter who's hittin

I don't capsize boats, 

But I got crews flippin'

You catch it? the message needs analisation

Step and your boys will be pouring alcoholic libations

I flew sick, you knew this

I'll puzzle you, doofus

Fuck mental

In the stretcher went to a physical (?)

It will take more than stick to rearrange it then change it

His language is so strange, how do we contain it?

You can't just paint this stuff up on a canvas

You have to get the mental picture

To begin to understand this

So, Anticipate defeat, the league chances

Got your head speared, no lances

Doing burial dances



[sankofa]

I'm giving fourty like with speech imediments

Each other threat causes confident cats to stutter, 

Step caught a reputation down the sides:

Too raw for porn, over thugs plates of leftovers

Eat some warm dober

Thug's a jaded wordsmith, 

Bleeding ghost writer's pen's dry

Get on other rapper's nerves

Corroding dead, dryed sweat

My thoughts connect, 

You ought to step away fast, 

It seems I gave cats "hey that's the way they make tracks"

Forget a scare, I'm not generous, kid

Split society of (?) and indented in (?)

Independently sick

And this is just a quick reminder

If you was to pick a cipher

Then I'll bust you quick to write yours

All expenses paid, no questions asked

I'll get open in the cut and we can flesh your gash

Cat, relax. Man, the last time I took a breather

I got brought up on murder charges

Start the crooked finger



[Kno]

Yo, I'm not the fella to rifF with

I'm so nice Mr. Rogers sued my ass

For copyright infringement

Roll with henchemen, 

Not, we'll switch heads

From wanna be thugs to 24/7 bitch kids

I'll bring my shitlist

Production cat bastards want jiggy beats

For some whack rappers

Switch my style if you're tryin' to play, 

My beats will maraud your ass any time of day

Like deuce Biggalow's chick, 

Whenever your through shit

People see you and holler "That's one huge bitch!"

Shit, when the lp rolls out

The source will be forced to make the quotables

A three page fold-out

No doubt, I'm fed up with this whack shit

Ballin the next gear, wearing abercrombie and fitch

Any Jiggy rapper acting fly on the radio 

Is getting pulled out of rotation like a firestone radial



[Kashal Tee]

Catch the Tee, the hip hop scene I fathom

Let people know my windows belt keeps my jeans from sagging

It seems I'm raggin, 

But feinds been naggin' for my next release

I apply all my expertise to make them extra pleased

Even get the breaks to peace that make a brother feel this

All I do is independent, like double helix

Selling out? well I hope that you're not

But how else could you afford all the soap that you drop?

You cant fuck wit me, yo, kid look

Taking me out aint no small feat, you aint bigfoot

You should know who the heck you're facing

'cause my reputation leaves no room for speculation

Now battle, is that you want to do?

What kind of man are you?

I bet you sit on (?)

Now that it's proven to you

You got a lot to tell us, 

Them got your heart skipping beats like accapellas



[Celph-titled]

I'll be a mythic author, 

Writing poems on tombstones

Celph-titled and, nigga you couldn't bring home

I'm at the crib wit your bitch givin' me slow head

Split you up in more peices than when Jesus broke bread

My click is raw, be prepared when you meet us

Kill an unborn baby and you still couldn't de-fetus (ooh)

I don't battle with rhymes, 

I'd rather battle with nines

Instead of using my mind

I'd rather shatter your spine

The closest you ever came to a punch line, 

Was waiting for refreshments at the prom in '89

I'm super crafty, super nasty, super rhaspy

Fuckin' bitches with super asscheeks

You fucking faggots don't know the wrong speeches

I beat a bitch untill her whole body turns to cleavage

I'm hyperactive so I drink decaffinated

My left jab is fatal, leave your cats decapitated!