Sentus
Twist and turn, fuck yo style until my bliss returns
They say live n learn, but as long as its concerned,
You couldn't begin to learn that all this shit is earned
In the midst it burns and then it gets pissed n squirms
But I grip it firm and leave you chained in giants grip
I reign with iron fists to always tame the lioness
The flames the tyrant spits leaves you slain in a violent mix
Get maimed as Poseidon rips your frame when his trident lifts
Im deranged and I kinda wish I was always prone to fight
But I still lead everything you see like tony pike
You and your phony mic can take your shit around back
I'm like Harriet Tubman they way I run the underground tracks
You sound wack, you can take us, ha this man's a fag
He couldn't be big in rap if he was in Santa's bag
This planned attack is over, the rest of em got sick
Cause everything out of my mouth was toxic
McZu
This is Immortal combat, with 5 comrades
In an orbit writing with no contest
On a track we eliminate faster than Usain Bolt
We’ll Husain any ho, cold
Gold, that’s Zu’s pen game, though my ink aint lying
We stand tall like Himalaya climbing
Vicodin dopeness in every something
I ball like a Black Berry button
Nobody better, there aint one human
If you think there is, tell me who? Like a Raekwon movement
I go over heads like higher hoods
Y’all just crashing, like Tiger Woods
Ya should be walking slow
Follow Oprah’s move and stop talking for show
Bars and sentences like death row
Y’all flow act like it got a def role...
Coleon
Ya girl bats an eyelash and I’m takin’ it all
Let’s see her starting rotation with the base of my balls
Makin’ it raw-wit the bars-quick, cause I've been
Raisin hell like the fiery gates were on a draw bridge
You nerd bitches won’t get pussy hittin’ up blogs dude
internet’s the only instance you twitter a yahoo
Leave spitters in awe due to raw tunes, my hard spit
Will strip ya hero down in the booth…Clark Kent
My bars rip, eclipsing’ a little faggot in jeans
Gayer than D-In-A & claims it’s like that cause his genes
A raptor with schemes, packin the steel to torch em?
_________Whatever you Sajak_____________
you’ll pay for them words… just like Wheel Of Fortune
Lyrics are scorchin, hope ya gun jams if ya pop & squeeze
Call you Toyota tryna gas a niqqa with a faulty piece
I’m carvin’ beats when I’m spittin’ it sick see
Call me Rich Ramirez, I'm killing all sixteen
Spyder
Work hard to get accepted yeah, don’t like beef presented rare
Make these emcee’s speak the truth like they rejected dare.
I never cared for fake rappers, all you sayin is gimmicks
Left speechless but I got more bars then weightliftin clinics.
You say it I did it, desert eagle if you come near the nest
Shots hittin like Boston and just Paul Pierce ya chest.
You fear to rest, with the insomniac creepin to your pontiac
Makin you come clean like jerkin off in the laundry-mat.
You know my beef always fresh so cats callin me Wendy
Emcee’s come ten deep and got nowhere against me.
The best see, rappin got soft whats the game comin to
Wanna know Y i X em out… cause im double you.
Ill blast you, weapon is my pen cause the last dude
That tried steppin got covered with ink like a tattoo.
Shit I had to, stand tough drop off the top like dandruff
Got you under cardiac arrest, your hearts handcuffed.
Solace
Messing with the dopest the pair of guys, you're paralyzed,
Try looking at your own lyrics, instead you stare at mine,
You're scared to lie, so you never say you're the best,
You'll take back the fake act when I stake in your chest,
Got bullets, full clips? Bullshit, got your mama worried too,
Bury you, pound with astounding rounds until I'm 32.
'Cause I'm theoretically meant to be the best MC,
To ever breathe, with the coldest heart to ever beat,
Menacingly creeping with weaponry in ya memory,
Homicidal tendancies darling you're dead to me,
I go to a highschool, severing eleven teens, my legacy,
Staple their faces on ya forehead, so you remember me,
Fuck a Curren$y 'cause currently I'm more current, see?
I'm the current heat, literally, your face I'll burn with ease,
Will never stop, look out before your head is chopped,
Rapping trash, knew ya ass was wack before I read ya drop,
Fuck what you say to me, A to B is where your letters stop,
Straight? Phony G, homie please, even ya girl said your not.
Thanks bro
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