verse Blabber: I’m givin em dopeness for the two o one two in a barbarian manner my steez will frisbee dem lyrics at ya on a razor sharp silver platter I’m decapitating rappers if you dope you get the props if you wack my rhyme a make ya choke up ya addems apple from being flabbergasted ha my shit is obese you anorexic crushin the wackness I bless sessions with flows like tsunami’s hittin massive (blow up ya whole spot!) with styles you haven’t mastered its the blabster with some more funky tracks for ya dome I’m boombashin I catch wreck while any line suckas try to spit will ricochet from the shogun logo straight off my chest yes
verse Ntan: I catch wreck beats to cassette raw as ever verbal terror Slaughter type of shit when it comes to battle I meddle in my own sticks and stones crack ya bones Night time is the right time (we hittin’ bombin) Boombap connect live cats kamikaze Take it back to whats goin on mothafuckaz violent Spark mad blunts straight from the bombshelter operation lock down Stille listen to Heltah Skeltah Still livin trife my whole block (represent) I’m out to get the loot cause props don’t pay the rent Cause what wha wha what) cause props don’t pay the rent I’m out to get the loot cause props don’t pay the rent
verse Ellmatic Whenever I get the feelling to write I sit down and pick up a pencil Classmates act oblivious I get a boost when I wreck flows Wonders aint out of the world yet momma said my styles essential Cause when I was little eyo I had the most potential Rhyming with a passion keeping the mic in my possession Felt like an obsession each day I saw my dad wreckin the session Now I’m bringin up on my own self relentless Revealing myself out of thin air Use to be invisible but now I’m right there kickin anthems Lay down ya weapons build them skills in the cypher 12 bars in less then 60 seconds Promoting myself on the record lace my shoes a little righter make my words I reach to you before I step into the cypher
Hook where we represent with skills hard to find 6 militant emcee’s with fat flava for ya mind we got crates filled with records backpacks full of rhymes n’ flip the ill composition shogun style
verse Self: brace for the New World Order, its the Visine Villain, my eyes clean, still I'm coolin with the bleezle burning, a dope style, you don't know? then man you need to learn it, I'm crime scene building, when my rhymescheme spilling, Word kid, I'm the smooth microphonist cracker, to the media, I'm probably the perfect type of rapper, but after, they get a taste of realness, they be bouncin, cris sippin, this kids flippin styles like they ounces, I like to chatter, the data make a click of rappers park an scatter, I hit the green, like you caught the gamma, David Banner on a record, Hal Jordan, when recording, rhymes I just Do It, like the hi-tops I'm sporting.
verse Corown Da Sensei: We travel land sea and air and re appear under ya hemisphere Where we invent manifest and represent(shogun style) Leaving your mainframe dent No pain no gain lame game don’t pay the rent The main aim is to achieve things impossible Logical how the god be bombin all his obstacles probable cause plausible force unstoppable Lyrical buddag bags I got trips for you that’s coppable or for free like the style like the breeze like the nile I’m out to reach the seeds cause I’ve bin flowin for a while I’ve bin around the nation but found none who could touch god with such art (Bumrush Hard) holding the trump card
Hook So step into the cypher where we represent with skills hard to find 6 militant emcee’s with fat flava for ya mind we got crates filled with records backpacks full of rhymes n’ flip the ill composition the crew keeps it live in th