616 Rewind

Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin' 'em in to a verse with lines
Then i'ma hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then i'ma 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 pathological lie to deny that i'm nice
And the truth hurts (ow)
Wearin' a blue *******rt 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 piece of their teeth re-crafted
So don't front 'cause I see past it
You're harmless like wolverines adamantium claws
When they're retracted
The scene's backlit,
It seems static will wreak 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 Nicholas Cage is
[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 partially bull *******ttin'
The only time I take a loss *******'s
When I lose kittens
I pitch *******t past 'ya, no matter who's hittin'
I don't capsize boats,
But I got crews flippin'
You catch it? the message needs *******yzation
Step and your boys will be pouring alcoholic libations
I flew sick, you knew this
I'll puzzle you, doofus
******* mental
In the stretcher went to a physical Rubix
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 forty like with speech imediments
Each other threat causes confident cats to stutter,
Step caught a reputation down the sides:
Too raw for porn overdubs, plates of leftovers
Eat some warmed over
Thug's a jaded wordsmith,
Bleeding ghost writer's pen's dry
Get on other rapper's nerves
Corroding dead, dried 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 Rikers
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
Roll with henchmen,
Not, we'll switch heads
From wanna be thugs to 24/7 ******* kids
Topping my *******tlist
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 Bigalow's chick,
Whenever your through *******t
People see you and holler "That's one huge *******!"
*******t, 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 *******t
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]
Kashal Tee, the hip hop scene I fathom
Let people know my windows belt keeps my jeans from sagging
It seems I'm raggin,
But fiends 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 can't ******* wit me, yo, kid look
Taking me out ain't no small feat, you ain't 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 a urinal too
Now that it's proven to you
You got a lot to tell us,
Them got your heart skipping beats like acappellas
[Celph-titled]
I'll be a mythic author,
Writing poems on tombstones
Celph-titled and, ******* you couldn't bring home
I'm at the crib wit your ******* givin' me slow head
Split you up in more pieces 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 '*******
I'm super crafty, super nasty, super rhaspy
******' ******* with super asscheeks
You ******g *******s don't know the raw speeches
I beat a ******* untill her whole body turns to cleavage
I'm hyperactive so I drink decaffeinated
My left jab is fatal, leave your cats decapitated!