Open the Mic

(Verse 1: Jay Love)
Yeah, unh, yo, let me spark this
Im already wound up
Lets burn it from the ground up
Turn the ******g sound up
Allow chumps spitting on this underground cut
Come around, its going down like the town slut
Keep your mouth shut, Im quick to set it
Kid forget it, I get gassed and piss unleaded
Your *******ts pathetic, split before your wigs beheaded
Disconnected and ripped apart like a Chris**as present
Flip this record, we can battle on the instrumental
Battle to a quickened tempo, battle with a pen and pencil
Your girls digits in my pocket, thats coincidental
But if they had a pimp Olympics, I would win a medal
Ive been around them most of my life
I go to your show with a knife and start provoking a fight
Jump on stage just when the moment is right
And scream open the mic or the poet gets sliced
(Verse 2: Celph Titled )
Out the mouth comes fire
Who ignite the fullest
Celph Titled feed you led
Make you bit the bullet
Talk imaginary crime stories
And get dealt shots
Surprise you with the calico
And get shell shocked
And hells hot, you dont want to get caught there
When theres warfare, we suit up
And carry fours in pairs
Ill rob a * ****** too
Snatch her purse with the quickness
Not Jamaican, but I love to jerk chickens
*******s disrespect, I never keep it on wax
We load up the vans with soldiers and fully loaded macs
Cra*******ng through the windows of your crib
Blasting shots wearing navy seal suits
That look like astronauts
Dont give a ******* about rap
You talking thug *******t, drain your bodily fluids
Now you lack substance
Whether east or west, you bring beef around here
Ill launch a missile to your city until the coast is clear
(Verse 3: Louis Logic)
Ay, yo, you feeling me
Well get your mittens out my trousers
Or well deal a beating out like a clique of rowdy bouncers
You sit around announcers got nothing to say
Like your girl when Im standing up and * *****g her face
*******t, we take shots like they dont affect us
With more rounds and quarters
Than bankers and pay phone collectors
I sip licks with thick chicks and stay so erected
Cause my ******* fit in a slick slit like lego connectors
Hey, dont forget this, J-Love and Celph and J-Zone
Spit heat like they come from hell
When Im pissy, I can dump as well
When Im not, Im just pissed off
So your two choices are lumped or swelled
Chicks tell me Im something else, the way I eat snatch
In a pair of cushy knee pads and safety mask
And lately, thats been the reason they hate me rapping
Cause my ******* disappear in your chicks mouth
Like baby aspirin
(Verse 4: J-Zone)
Yall say Zone is a one trick pony
I say Zone got a long *******, blow me
The way yall hate, the more the money come
I aint been unanimously loved since I was 21
With Muisc for Tu Madre
My first LP, all that critical acclaim
I was up inStarbucks and couldnt afford a latte
But now I talk trash and bring hell to the people
Youre not a broad or a bank teller, I dont want to see you
Too cheap to go clubbing, to ugly to model
Too broke to drink Crys, but Ill front with the bottle
J-Zone give a dime to a quarter, ******* please
Rich or poor, yall aint worthy to wash my drawers
A-R-C on the beat, me Odd Couple and Celph
Use your bathroom and pee on the seat
And ******* a holistic ho, Id rather have a ho
With lipstick blow on my ******* like a piccolo
(Verse 5: JJ Brown)
Now hold up, you cant have a jam
With out the engineer man
Its double J Brown in this *******, yeah, yeah
I get into your psyche, dont care if you like me
Youre *******, even your le******* o flow is so dyke-e
Check the level of the treble, thats the five-g sound
The devils on a whole new level
When we roll through your town
Cause its the O double D
C-O-U-P-L-E
With ****** on this banger courtesy of AV
Its hot *******t, dont say you is when you isnt
Like jerking off with your left hand
That *******t just feels different
And porque you want to act like you got that pimp *******t
Cinematic heads know that my posse make hits
I heard you thinking, drinking is some *******t that we say
But best believe I leave this rapper style dripping with Grand Marnier
Hip hop hooray, its the end for your clowns
And leave your ho standing up
You sit the ******* back down, homie