[Apathy]nI put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4nBut the IV that leads to the funeral floornWax gets melted; breaks bones, fractures pelvicsnSpeeds through space and cracks blast Astronaut helmetsnFace it, motherfucker I can pay to get rid of younI've got more heads in the hood than Pagan ritualsnA new tyrannical force for you to fearnKnown to kill and keep human ears as souvenirsnA shape shifter face slitter, paper getternTape your sister, rape your sisternMake your sister take it in the facenAnd if you're facing us, block off a 30 block radiusnI throw more blows than boxing Dr. Octaviusnn[King Syze]nEver since we made some noise I learned people love a winnernWe the quality of deep dish rims, y'all the hub spinnersnTough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinnernProtected by a heavenly force, fuck a ministernNiggaz know better, no one's letter is better than minenEverytime I rhyme, it's metal; the terror level is highnPlus I testify, it's best you dienThen find the truth deep down in a mountain of liesnDownsize, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirtnClocking in and out of rap, have y'all fiending for worknWhen I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worthnNon-believing, make me steaming, make you meeting the earthnn[Crypt the Warchild]nAyo it's my world and I wont stopnAnd if you stand in my way you bound to get poppednIn the land where you lay, invade from straight shotsnI demand that you pay and stray from straight blocksnI'm the man that you pray, don't spray the flames hotnI could tan in the blaze for days and stain copsnI astound and amaze, y'all praise the same godnI'm a pound out your brain and scrape the graveyardnHave you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all braveheartsnI'm a box up your frame and play the same cardnAnd I'm out for fame, spacebars and quasarsnPharoahs locked the game, no shame, we hate y'allnn[Vinnie Paz]nYeah! Raw muthafuckin rap! Hardcore shit! Ninety four shitnShoot the fuckin place up, yeah!nn[Des Devious]nAOTP blast through your army fatiguesnDamage your team, competition done it with easenGun in my sleeve cause now a days homicide is my steeznCollecting my cream, I'm living your dream and peeping your schemenPut you on lean from right hooks, pausing your juxnYou fake crooks need to hit them booksnLearn the rules of the gamenTwo to your brain, three to your frame, incredible painnYou getting drenched in that November rainnWe the opposite of that whack shitnTrash man of clap rapping, you die, trash itnFive six professional assassinsnRocking these mics and repping my fam' with passionnRemember its Q-Dement', you bastardsnn[Esoteric]nTell your man and your parents we be demanding that Brandon appearancenAt a minimum my venom damage your lyricsnWe be like Manny Ramirez, comes out at fallnWith the radical, magical, and emphaticalnI'ma battle till I scatter your claviclenCall me admiral, raising the temp of the roomnI'm the emperor, remember I never surrender, I dismember platoonsnYour petty men are bafoonsnWe send them to their doom, a stab of my venom enters their woundsnI mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyricsnTupac's alive and well, Big L 'The Devil's Son' ??? with dope lyricsnLive in regret, AOTP these shook rappers hit the decknn[Chief Kamachi]nCourtesy of the streets, make it a microphone Middle EastnMy speciality, only rhymer enveloping my lyric sheetsnKnock turbans off of SheiksnUse a pipe bombnDowntown Israeli boutiques full of dead touristsnWith they dreams no longer in arms reachnThat's what I call 'Dealing with calm speech'nWhen I alarm your peepsnInscribed in a peasants palm is a blessed psalmnIf you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no stepping onnMy forty five is my weaponnMy culture's a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept innSquarely I step in, tilting my clips and blue StessonnGod is my essence, and you could check these rhymes for referencenadept to any preference, pussynn[Vinnie Paz]nYeah baby, kings of the motherfucking undergroundnY'all motherfuckers don't want it with us. This that raw shit, throw backnshitnn[Celph Titled]nI make Evil Knieval musicnI come through stuntingnEvery verse is the same, just flipped a little something somethingnBaby I'm crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infantnBorn with an intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanshipnShoot at you Chicago fitted and knock your socks offnAimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks offnI heard you was afraid to say my name on your recordnCause you's afraid I'd put your motherfucking frame on a stretchernI can't change laws sons, that's a government issuenBut I'll break laws with a gun, that's a government issuenIt's the army we got power and numbersnAnd that's nines, forty-fives, and three-five-sevens, and m-500snn[Planetary]nSome people say I'm superior when I shit itnVivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculousnI am a tyrant, I'm Violent by DesignnI silence the scientific with every line of the rhymenMozart of street rap, breaking the barriersnSpace harrier filled with forties and pit terriersnReady to mangle, anybody crossing the linenI saw the sign and ran with the army, lost in timenReady for war but won't rock no dick treesnI rock mic's, you think it's a hundred and sixty degreesnWho stomp crews, batter and bruise clicksnKill bitches and stab you tricks with loose lips?nn[Vinnie Paz]nI'm slightly disturbed, Pazienza is nice with the wordsnThat's the reason that I'm fly like the life of a birdnI don't care if you're dead, let god have yanCause I'ma stay rugged and raw like Marv HaglernThat's something you don't know about me small rappernNice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tappernAllah backer, murder every track that I'm onnYou just spit a fucking verse whack then you're gonenFuck fame, I study the fame closelynThey build you up, then you get rocked like Shane MosleynIt's pain homey, and your blood on my pennIt's Army of the Pharoahs and we're flooded with gems