feat. Divine Styler, Everlast, Evidence



[Evidence]

Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons

Feel the lyric tear gas even on clean versions

No profanic goddammit

Hard like granite to the utmost

I'm butter on rye, always high but play the low post

I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic

I'm dope on plastic like Flex, and always keep it....classic

Expressions in the facial, I'm on ?racial?

>From Caribbean rhythms I hit em wit a battered flow pattern

The circle Saturn twice

I'm nice on ice

The line slice your dome and separate rhymes from poems

My life, ain't tryin to see no Grammy or Oscar

Best believe the styles will rub off like ?pastas?

On people, yo check Dilated, Evidence

The influential rock rhymes in sequential format

You see the doormat if you acting disaccordingly

Something to the effect of Fat Boys in Disorderly's



[Madchild]

I'll take you from He-Man to She-Ra

Battle Cat to Kringa

Medieval messanger, west coast avenger

Take you to the street, battle me that's a fuckin sin

Go one round wit Madchild, you'll be suckin wind

Snappin handcuffs just from deconcentration

Then I broke out the bus, the mental hospital patients

On the weekend pass, but I still come sick

Psychopathic, you're dealin wit a deranged lunatic (right)

Soon to kick ya teeth in and then go bezerk

Even Van Gogh looked at me, and said "You're one piece of work"

So I said "Lend me an ear" cuz I'm the state of the art

First I'll feast on your brain and rip your body apart

There's a part of your heart stuck in between my fangs

Wrap a rope 'round your neck and you still couldn't hang

Cuz you're way off track you need realignment

Murdering masterpieces in solitary confinement



[Everlast]

I keep your backside open like the English Channel

I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel

I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in your anal

You think it can't happen, kid cuz I'm rappin?

Ain't no gun clappin, cut the jaw-jackin

Let the joints get shot and see who wear this knot

Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock

And check the new style Whitey Ford's prune to rock

Cuz once upon a time, not long ago

Before hip hop was made for the radio

An MC show had to cold rock the masses

Used to wear a Kangol wit the clear Gazel glasses

So bang bang boogey, up jump the party

Someone clapped off, and scattered everybody

Drunk off Bacardi, high off the trauma

It's death from above, the livest dive bomber

In the squadron, I break formation

I get New York love like my name's King Sun

I T La Rock Bells till they break the dawn

Steady puff L's, I fight hell like Spawn

My moves are animated, my crew's reinstated

While you cats suspensions are up in my deminsions

We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy

So I'ma keep it on the love and do my Duty like Howdie



[Divine Styler]

Direct your short term plan, rigidalize rhyme boards wit the hoards

I'm satan dynasty killer

Reveal the cause wit the sling on down

Venom spit regurgitate death scripts I sound

Cylinder never python, Prevail Madchild

Physical justice can't rush this for now

Move faker the game time set back so don't sweat that

God don't test that, too much infinite to get at

Face the fields

Swollen Members got the iller drills

And if you wit the rhyme steel

Bust the revealings in my feelings of these dealings

I went to represent shield

I build three phases of death, the illsuion

Is the sweat that you reflect

When you feel the veil

Divine Styles circum navigate nine circles of hell

You keep on you don't stop cuz a nigga never stay still

Whatta whattta whatta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that

You-you ain't ready for that chill