Verse one: Daz Dillinger
You find a MC like me who's strong
Leaving
motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support
And when I command the
microphone I gets deadly as Kahn, though
With a bear and a snake and a panda,
I'm on those
Who can withstand, the more power I gain
And make it possible
for me to drop a few to wreck your brain
Imagine and keep on wishing upon a
star
Finally realizing who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been
withstandin, faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all time
When I create a
rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to
ride, every time, all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
For
me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'ma ride
Breaking in gas with
the .68 all day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies
Verse
two: 2PAC
So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you
can be more familiar with the nigga you're facing
We must be patient nothing
better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas
stations
Sorry I left that ass waiting
No more procrastination give up to
fate and get that ass shaking
I'm busting and making motherfuckers panic
Don't
take your life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bitch was
planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
But
thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control?
I'm activating your soul
You
know, the way this games getting told
Yo, two years ago a friend of mine
Told
me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fucking
rhyme I wrote
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat
Chorus: Method
Man
I've got my mind made up, come on (come on)
Get in, get in too
(get on it)
Let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night
I've got my mind
made up, come on
Get in, get in too
Let it ride, tonight's the night
Verse
three: Kurupt
Well I comes through with two packs
Of the bomb
prophalaks for protection
So my fucking sac won't collapse
'Cause
nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early
grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MCs
Shows my heart's
as cold as the tundra
Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough
and raw with that motherfucking poisonous touch
I'm a MC with lyrics that's
the fucking bombay
You got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My
rhymes, I'll leave a mark on your mind
As the deadly vibes spread through
your head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah, I ain't blasting
I use my
mental to assassinate assassins for those asking
Opposed to laughing, raw
maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of the killing
Why is that?
'Cause
smiling faces deceive
You best believe, to MCs I'm the deadliest disease
My
thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe
Your whole camp's under
seige and I'm Jason Voorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and
ignite mics
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and
raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the
wall
You already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme
creator on both sides of the equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and
back
To L.A. on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views
get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter
verbal combat
Verse four: Method Man
Fuck you losers, while you
fake jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, sticking up jews wit German lugers
The
Mr. Methtical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch
the dial
Rarely do you see a MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my
musket, blaow
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan
Half
of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggas best protect their joints for Nine
Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then
touch Tical?
All up in your motherfucking mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch
me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better
take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and
falling fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of
Russian Roulette and have a blast
Verse Five: Redman
Ayo,
lyrical gas spitting the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and
genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad
underground basement, shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on your whole camp when
I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who?
Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got
connects like Federal Express
To get the fresh package of bless, the dogs
can't fetch
Got the clear spot from the rear block
To bust till every
nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold your nose and blow out till your ears
pop
Since your crew suit you to shift now you claim that you gets lot
With
this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
Then
proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LPs
Lick off
a shot and hit your fan by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I've
planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushing the
hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for
Rockafella for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this antedote got you open,
zeros
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 colt
And I'm out for nine
nickel
Talking
I.N.S. the rebels
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