[Verse 1: Oxsmugg]

[Verse 2: MC Rice]

[Verse 3: Baddee]

[Verse 4: Dumanoid]

Tátott száj, lesel, nagy falat, ha lírai!

Rizs-a szöveg? Bekaphatod, neked ez kínai!

Maradhat kinn, amit helyetted ír AI

Én Maslow-féle csúcson, és e piramis gízai!

Úgy lököm a sódert, itt aligha nyekeg másik ily taliga!

Épületes blokkok jönnek sorban, amint int a liga!

Betintázok – ital-iga, dőljön, mint az Italic, a

Kiemelten „font”-os – úgy tornyosul, már Pisai!

Campel a ganged a rengetegben

A ti retketek echte de kellemetlen!

Ami nem penge, nem еngedem be

Hol a hеteket tengetem elmerengve!

Láng-gatekeeping, lit a trójai faló

Ring akinek ing, a köröket rója, itt fal óv!

Pingel a bitek ingere, kitekintek, idekint meg idegenkedek

Embereket hergel a link, ha trollja hív, „follow”

Falakat emelek, alap a terepe, tavakat-hegyeket átszel!

Szavakkal teperek, halad a szekerem, a kanyarba' se leszel, állj el!

Marad az egyenes, elakad, akinek eleve magas, a szakasza meredek

Húzom a csíkot a kilométereken, amire, ha szabad a szemed is, rálelsz

Az űrből, de oda úgyse mész, ha neked sürgős, ahogy a fű nő!

Földhözragadt velő, magma flow-tól hogy nem sül fő?

Mélytengeri kürtőm életteli fürdő, pedig a dühtől forr a fűtő:

Nézem, ha telibe küldöm a türhőt, mennyire tűr hőt?!

Borul, ha sár vár, mit alaptalan állítasz;

Bevéd a bástyám – jó talapzat a bázisa

Skill miatt vágjál, ne szavamba, ha sáv pipa

Mer' olyan a punchline, hangfal adja a másikat!

Nyaktörő, nincs védelem, ha éteren a KILL 8

Lefektetem neked, végtelen a kilét!

A rapben ki flowt lát, úgy nézze le, aki lét

Mint akinek meghaladja métere Shaquille-ét!

[Verse 5: Aktibar]

[Verse 6: HeureCa]

Jättää allensa jokasen normi-rytmin

Ei tarvi makuu tyyrist kun ei valittanu tyylist

Bipolaarii faktorii jo vaikuttamas

-väkisin vakaaseen naamioin silti moniki kilpailuttamas

Ain vaa rahkees ei riitä rakastaa omaa sisint

Myönnän, itelläkää suhde siihe mikää romanttisin

Joko tarvisin kylmyyde, et jäätyvät lämpömittarit

-ku päätön hinttari määräisin oman lähtöviivani

Mun flow on kauttaalt terästä pureutuu lahoon puuhu

Bassorummut tiputtavat joka

Kattokruunun

Antaa aihet suuttuu

Jos niille tulee kuoro

-muista et aina voi passaa, suupaltille puhevuoro

Antaaki olla ne feikit nii saavat ne tuntee nahoissaan

Ja puukottavat selän takana esittäytyy mulle arkoina

Arpoivat halpoina uus ilmotus kehii

Vaiko perääntyy ja miettii miten se kirjotus meni??

Mikään auta siihe ku mitää varal haalittu koskaan

Ni falskaa ne kaikista reijist mä kovin monest vastaan

Joka ainut träkki o käyny läpi alkemian!

Ku saan kynän, paperia - alan valkkaa targettia

Viimene aterias tuotu etees

Armonantoon et vaa

Suostuttele edes!

Kunnes mun vika siirtokin ottaa vallan nii volat kovenee

Komee kipale kappaleest tuotuna sun ovelles

Voiki siin käydä vaikka mitä kun ne kohdistavat epäilyn suuntaani

Kavallan parhaan paikan ni pitää olla vieläki rajumpi ku alunperin mä lupasin

Määräämäs tahdin ku muuten ne o paikallaa

Peittoomassa niide musiikin aikanaa

Massat kohillaan pyörittämässä levyy

-ei siit ny voi olla haittaakaa

Parantumaton kansantauti se epätieto ja taotaan järkeen se puuttuva data mul o kovat ny piipus

Joten älä harkitse pyrkimist vastarintaan

Joka aivosolu tässä mukan sata pinnaa

[Verse 7: Rhymaxx]

[Verse 8: Ploky]

[Verse 9: DOWN6]

Load up a gun when I'm deep in abyss

And the corridor open in front of me

Fucking up anyone off the green

When I'm smoking that bitch in the prominent mist

Or the fog when they hunting me quick

Summon the demon the second that anyone taking the life

And I'm bringing the punch into enemies

Thinking they talking a mess, when not around

Sticking the bitch in the club with a needle

I'm dragging they corpse in the coffin

I kill 'em whenever they mob with the evil

I gotta be harmony driven to care when the mission is crumbling 'em all

When the vision divine, the perfect alliance

Deficient in vitamins, hoping they mind a bit

Dumping they body inside of a lake and I'm breaking the frequency given in waves

You don't want to get to talking outta pocket

When the mothafuckas never kill 'em in the maze

With them godly known spirits to core

Fed up with the armageddon when I run and get it

Put 'em in a trance and they chant words of the fuckin' lord

Working and making a living, I crumble they stamina, faker than most

But I'm fucking up haters that run with the narrative

Hoping the clarity given is sparing a criminal's cover

I'm soloing anyone that'll be tough in booth and I pimp in the gutter

I'm bringing the ruckus and I probably cut her whenever they bitch in the process

I'm a federal issue within the government

Killing 'em with the rhythm from Alabama, they stuttering

Gathering data towards 'em until I'm receiving benefits

Chopping and tripping off the psilocybin-ish medicine

Lawfully line the rhetoric, off of the pipe so menacing

Crawl through the motherfuckin' new crowded minds I was setting in

Target the bitch in the club and I feel the high of a veteran

Time and then time again, it's a 9-to-5 with no sentiments

Gravedigga summoned the South East to punish ya

Fate leave a ho on the couch piece, we running up

Cemetery demons with sight seeking to hunt and rush

Subliminary cross teaming, no one'll cater enough with they guts

Deep in the scene, I recover the body, I'm taking the soul with the vessel to place

Radio teling me different, I murder the fucka that creep in the gutter for days

Now ain't nobody wanna come and get it when the mothafucka wanna kill 'em with the meta

When I get up in a suckat that happen to fuck up the ritual

Open the gun with a stamina, fumble the confidence up in the rage

If you were to go to fuck around and kill a brother while I'm in the middle

Ain't nobody take a minute when I dump the body in the grave

I gotta be the one to hit 'em with a bit of murder

When I caught 'em and I gotta kill 'em with the bitch

I'm outta pocket with the pistol

You don't wanna kill a mothafucka when the coffin'll open the second I'm breaking the cage

[Verse 10: Idylll]

I'm the perfected superstition

Special effector, akimbo suppressor, assured of sure precision

The vessel collector, submit to the Vexer, Netherworld Magician

I detest any bitch who pretend to present a professional resemblance

Putting compressor right up on your chin, rigid pressure against the new finish

But everything never to end will be written, then has it a brand new beginning

I go wherever when shit begins, tempt me, I use it plenty

And I'm forever to get in the midst, you was refuse to bury

I been the one up on top, maneuver the problem

Illuminate chopper, the heartless spirit keeper, don't fear the reaper

I wrought the hand of a God, I rejuvenate all

With a liminal, quantum encoded thought process, seeker, receiver

I've been the secret frequency keeper

Seizure release, deceiver saw light in the cosmic advance

I'm speaking ether frequently reverse, sync repeat

See for sure that's why the fourth eye in the palm of my hand

I'mma represent the best of East Texas scene

My skeleton, flesh and teeth really leave an elite impression

Deep, a testament, preach a confession to The Revenant, Soul Eater Priest

Projecting several these spells Soma sleep until I convulse energy

Summoning circle deplete

I- I- I- I been abducted, a beam, overcoming accursed evoker, the fiend

I'm a shimmer, the ghost inhibition awoken in me

It's only a pinch, and you woke from the dream

Every ascension get closer to me

Even if you're supposed to be

You finna get smoked in the street

Compulsive urge inside grew perfectly, it told me to kill

Through Multiverses, I do verses steeped in multis for real

A full convergence, my precursors creepin' slowly, surreal

Nullified terminus, I will observe what you see but you don't know what's real

Lay low and be still, replenishing water rid you of all of your hinderance

Tartarus pit, it bound this primal form, geist spectre

Mane, known what the deal, remember the cosmic in you evolve

When you listening, witness DOWN6, Idylll, Fourth Eye Records

[Verse 11: Sabotahe]

[Verse 12: Ruffian Rugged / Def Ill]

6.000.000 ways to die

Choose one

We murda dem in paslangin 8

Sucka deh gonna jibberin and fucker deh gonna whisperin

And nuff a them a slithering in parceltongue-snake

Get wasted till I cyaan feel my face

But i accelerate inna derby

A herby incomin and slaying a Honda Accord a race

Place uno accumulator-bet

I gonna Particle accelerate accurate

Took uno record on a book in accord

And no more they gonna be havin em doubt

About i effort or accolade

Slash uno clash

Mi undeadable like John Snow

U fishy with the squishee?

Than i hit em wid the brawndo

You nuh waan nuh double or triplinchoppin?

FUCK YOU

Leave my name out tha amature convo

Subatomic inna Betaparticle I took uno record a book and

Sabotahe makin it better particularly

And Rugged a broke it or mek it a hook

Duppy the pack a the demon, I summon a coven

I pack art, I wreck art, a copolla comin on coup d'etat

Mek it a "BAD VALE TUDO", no palantir volunteer

(or) Paladir cook!

How bout I´m pickin a hekeler

Makin it buk inna makula pucker to

Open a Cthulhu Warphole

How bout tha fuq uno vodoo?

Fuck uno vodoo, mi duppy the demon

I filet the fugu to soupin a rookie to wookie

To mek it a crumbling cookie to bokkle of pudding

I buk inna okula, mek it a sugo

Federal burnin em bridges

Def Ill a merkin em tournament-mystique

Cuz dem a Percival Pickens

A fake-indie cappin a hook on a hook too

Tell em oh say can u say or remake:

"A COMMANDABLE SHELL ON REMOTE (OR EMOTE)

A VOCALESE VOICE A THE VOCAL OF SUKU?"

Could you?

Nobody givin a damn if uno want that

Governor Rugged a did it fi choppin or

Risin a bar up a the standard

Nobody givin a flyin fuck if uno be likin it soft

Cuz wi nuh mekin it sport fi mek uno overstand that

Def Ill switch: Austria

(Austrian german as "Def Ill") Hop in a mento, mei Diminuendo

I hop inna Venue moi, geht schau!

Do vo dem Mello bis zu die ge Schoppornou

Bin i gelaufa, di Fias hauma wehtau

Über die Woiken do über die Berge du überprivilegierte Drecksau

Def Ill i hebe dei Level auf a Metaebene wo ma di gor nimma seng kau

Stakkato akut do

(Ruffian Rugged in english) breakin a curse and i mek it a verse (I)

Put a Flame inna burst and the game inna damian hurst

And i wake and a Bake and the ache and a brain ago squirt

I am tapin a purge when I´m makin a verse uno brain ago skkrt

Up all the way they go first inna hakata makata sukutube

Head a be took it away

I the mac a the mocker deh mek uno buggin the

Hekeler buk inna makula pucker

The okular happen to tun em all gray