[Verse 1: DNA]

I'mma hit them with the vers-a-tility

Spit a deadly soliloquy, a swarm of killer bees finna kill the beat

I'm every one of them, bzz, "Summon 'em"

Coming up to put them in a coffin I'mma punish them

Cause I'm the crypt keeping, beat lyncher, meat stincher

Feel the heat against your body about to reach in ya

I'm teaching ya, all a lesson, follow the lesson or catch the hollow tip of my teeth when I eat dinner

When you've been rapping as long as the DNA has

Every second you spit, you ain't gotta spray fast

I could lay your ass down with a chill flow

And penetrate you with the steel spiked dildo

Lyricism for real though, you're still cracking gay jokes

All up in the closet chilling with them gay folks

I stay cold, and lace dope beats with delayed flows that I hold back from it like a rainbow

There you go, think I'm gay, cause I mentioned a rainbow

Which is a metaphor cause you don't know where my brain go

Somebody thinking they gonna be finding the way of my lyrical mastery

Fuck with the DNA making them flee away, head for the hills a catastrophe

Is coming your way, I'm propping you up, just like a trophy when I takin' the

Head of my opponent, and really when I get to fuckin' with the way I put 'em in a daze

Everytime I get up on it I'mma murder any motherfucker thinking they can test me

On the mic, it's DNA, I'm about to bring the hurt to ya

This is Undaground Choppers 3, a cypher by Sprite Beatz

With an elite group of choppers, you're about to get served

By the lyricist murking ya, on the search for the only way to beat me is to become a lyrical murderer

Now I'm bout to let the rest of these choppers speed it up for ya

Holler at me when you're fully recovered from ya surgery

[Verse 2: Hurricane]

Chopping ain't about people not understanding what you say

It's all about the timing and delivery that you display

When you have a record in your break it and just go away, take it to another level, treat it like there's no escape

Giving it all you got, ready to split it like a banana

Hit it with hammers, ready to bang on it like blue and red bandanas

You don't need no manager to handle what you doing

It's underground independency that can't nobody ruin

Represent a culture has turned you into a soldier

And you ready to battle until the war is over

If they come any closer to you, you goin let them have it, go after them like a savage, thats crazy and fucking rabid

Y'all goin understand that I'm a veteran with this

I do it to appease you when I'm spitting it this quick

They say that I'm different and a lyrical misfit

Busting like a Tommy when the trigger go click click

Putting them all in a coffin I'm ready to bury them I murder music, You won't have a chance to defend yourself when I fucking lose it! Faggot on the truest

One of the best up out of Kansas City ain't nobody fucking with me

Tech said that very clearly

Why you wanna try to go against the land shark

Everywhere I pop-up is a landmark

I ain't even playing, I got fans in Denmark

And Alaska, too, they roll up on you in the dark

This is the part where I make them a victim

Slow it down a little then I shove it up in them

I been doing it for years a nigga kicking that wisdom

Never was a snake but I've been spitting that venom

Mr. ape shit on the track with them choppers

Them deadly apostles, them verbal Pirahnas

Spitting like machetes and lyrical Jeffrey Dahmer's

Minus the gay shit you can get ate quick

[Verse 3: Kamikazi]

When I'm giving you the venom I never surrender I'm ready for it if I pound my fist

Underground, never thought I'd put it down like this

Summon off a demon, the moment I sound like this

Call me the basket case, summon every demon I feed 'em little bags of waste

Put the mask to face, rabbit out the hat to wait

Now rub the dick up in the middle finna agitate

I tell 'em all "Summon devils always love will fall"

Corrupting the minister, I'mma sick 'em all

I'mma feed 'em my medicine, kill the rhythm when I talk

You might suffer the ritual, intermission kill 'em all

I'd recommend you stop, it's the MK Ultra

Better recollect your thoughts or I'm coming to get a mission and suffer til we fall

Better recognize I'm a villain, I'm wicked when I chop

Psycho, I'm a [little ?] be leavin' 'em hollow finna trick

My trigger finger's itching to get to flickin, I'm hoping you reconsider while I do it for the sinners

Better get in my rhythm or homie you's a beginner

When ever I be up on you put you in amazement

You ain't trying to see me, I'll put you deep in the basement

Killing off every enemy sending 'em to the faces

Sick of me what you're thinking he's sticking deep in occasion

I'll be the body getting up in your guts

Fuck 'em reload, G'd up a millimeter I'mma see get beat up enough

For I'mma reach up in the scene, I be defeating and crush

Hella cynic but I've been in just eating 'em up

Spitting venom like a mouth of the scorpions

Walking through portals like I'm immortal and morphed again

I'm feeling forced to sin, I'm Kamikazi from the source of it

I'm from the underground orphanage, chopper

[Chorus: SplytSecond]

You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)

Chopper, (underground)

You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)

Chopper, (underground)

You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)

Chopper, (underground)

You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)

Chopper, (underground)

[Verse 4: K-Fix]

(Fix, nigga)

What you’re witnessing is the pinnacle of chopping at its finest

Representing Memphis, it’s Krucafix up in this bitch, I’m about to kill it

I spit it like heavy ammunition and, the pad and the pen is the artillery

You finna see me blow these niggas' mind with

On top of the beat it’s proper execution with my timing combined with impeccable delivery

Flipping the instrumental and I'm finna beat anybody struggling to keep up with the rhythm, should consider early retirement

I’ve been on my level way before twisting was even popular

How could you not acknowledge that I’ve mastered the craft?

Hop in the booth and I’m rocking the mic and I bet I’m a spaz in a flash with the speed of a cheetah

Leave ‘em mad, if we clash, leave a nigga down bad when I blast

While taking off some ammo and break 'em off with the mask, I'ma smash

When I position and point 'em with the Glock and I’m the sickest

I'm dipping quick in the Jag' when I smash on the gas

Cocking the milli and I bet I'm finna behead 'em, leave 'em wet up with the weapon like Yosemite Sam

And I’m a take 'em up and put on up around my gun never jams kick the metal off and I’ll shred 'em for the jealousy

Man I put it together competitors, taking nothing for granted

I’m ready for whatever like the militia that’s on the front line

Plus I'm really 'bout it, you’re the funny type to come and see about a nigga and you can have it fun and call it one time

And that’s how do it that mentality that I’m living with

When I’m spitting, there’s really ain’t no motherfucking punchline

When i be rocking the mic I be giving the niggas the business

And breaking them off with the lyrical heat and leaving with 'em this shit and be leaving 'em tongue tied

See we colossal, we chopping, do the impossible

Call us a lyrical problem, the hottest up in the in the underground

With my niggas starving , light 'em up like a blunt of loud

No joke, shove it down, slow poke 'em around

[Verse 5: SplytSecond]

It isn't difficult to get 'em in the middle

With a little bit of the venom, and hit 'em all up wit a bullet from a gun

(Lyrical Akuma) SplytSecond is here to show you how it's supposed to be done

You gotta be sure that ya rhymes are hot and lyrical before you decide to chop fast wit bars flaming up to melt plastic

As in immediately after you became nothing but a carcass

Put your body into a Deloaren so that you can get past it

Combative hype language, I'm honored to be spitting with rappers that're my favorite

But anybody that's wack I literally leave him neck less

The chopper that turn another to a Valentine's Day gift

Even though you gotta be dope

Your bars'll be soap y clean you'll probably choke

Get your arteries broke I got the blueprint to the chopping in my harmony flow

So an example for all of you is what I gotta be

Itty bitty piranha rappers I catch 'em in a fishin' net

Taking the opportunity I hardly ever get to wreck

You should never diss a set with the Lyrical shenron

In it summon me and you're gonna be granted a wish of death in a sec

Connected I wreck it a definite level of intricate syllable schemes Unable to escape a battle it even if it was a dream

Infinity is the number of fish in the sea so even if we murder you on a track then there is no benefit

Grabbing a hold of the clavicle snap it in half at a lateral angle

A pivotal moment in history every syllable touching the ear of the listeners

When I be spitting a rhyme and it kill 'em got all 'em jumping like Spider-Man off of the side of a building

But on the radio they would a said I was dissing 'em

On the 2nd Midwest choppers Techa N9na said to be intricate but most y'all forgot that part cause you're not that smart

In order to go down as mythical you need to be lyrical but you spitting it typical

You don't know

[Verse 6: J-Battle]

Toss a bitch in a bag when I’m coming hard on a track and attacking ‘em, breaking 'em off when I’m packing a chopper, the weapon

Anybody stepping on up over the mic and I’m finna slaughter you bitches, I steady be chopping up the session

Verbally pistol popping homie, now somebody finna be dropping up on the motherfucking floor when J Battle get to spraying

Leaving the holes up in your body, we dropping you like a shotty, bringing the flows and we get rowdy, we ain’t motherfucking playing

If you really wanna do it, I’m coming to set it up and take it down to the battlezone, I’m breaking you bitches off until the morning

And I’m warning you haters, you wanna fuck with J Battle? You finna get it, bitches got me madder than a fucking hornet

Through the lyrical storm and I’m loaded up to the fullest, I got the ammunition busting up at your head, I’m right above it

I continue my mission up in this game when I’m rapping off in the underground, be snapping on competition, I'ma love it, playa

Battle steadily bringing the drama and I’m packing a pump and I’m quicker to pulling my trigger, be dropping it, coming to chop and I’m steady breaking 'em, popping up off when I’m dumping up all on my enemies that’ll be gone

I be coming up bucking now steady be on it, I'm running up heavily, Battle be choking and smoking the bud, I be loving to toke on the rillo

We hitting 'em thick and I’m rolling so blowed it be getting me up on the mic and I’m flipping it, I’m gonna shine

Bitch you cannot fuck with the vision, I’m in a castle, better get yourself together, you’ll never be one of mine

Put it all up on the line, steady be running up outta time, everybody out here slipping, but pimping, I’m in my prime

And all you haters finna suffer divine and up in the night we got you praying to the heavens and waiting up for the sign

When I’m flipping up underground, we taking up over the music, we coming too deadly with it bashing you bitches up in the mind

I’m foreverly popping up under the ground, when I’m chopping up all in my path and I’m dropping, I’m smashing it, bringing out some of the wrath, I’m on my grind

[Chorus: SplytSecond]

You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)

Chopper, (underground)

You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)

Chopper, (underground)

You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)

Chopper, (underground)

You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)

Chopper, (underground)

[Verse 7: Mental Cases]

Ripping I'mma kill 'em when I get 'em with the chopper with cleaver people can't compete

With the evil in my body, pop a shotty, hit the moon

Whenever the fuck we get this I'mma merk this beat

Dumping with the millimeter, feeling the evil

Keeping it iller, cause the feeling so real

Steady be trying to keep my sanity still

So we off of the rocker like Amityville on top of the multiple personalities

Cutting up under the pavement, I'm making a statement while holding the megaphone

(DIE BITCHES)

What I gotta do to prove it rocking with the greatest [?] people on the beat to ever bust rhymes

Choppa kill the punchline, when it's time

Suit up and pop up and puff on my buddha

My crew had you stupid I swoosh up I stomp on my Air Force One

Representing the motherfucking underground off of the dope shit

Kill 'em with the, fill 'em with the, venom when I deal 'em and get 'em when I hit 'em witcha

Horrorcore in my DNA, chopper just an easier name to say

Quicker like I bury and they run around in circles then they see me when they lookin' they don't speak it

They don't get it but I get it never ever ever know you can do some big when I get to bumping but I see you need

Don't test this hellishness, cats up out of the southwest

Motherfucking Mental Cases chopping it up

You better believe, you better hear the name all over the US, eventually worldwide

Steady chopping, keep my flow complex

Psikosis drop like a bomb chest

.50 cal you're wearing the wrong vest

Mental Cases going off like a bomb threat

[Verse 8: Mizury Mize]

No beat is a hostage i spit toxic; eat 'em alive when choppin i'm labeled cautious when killing

With a million syllables leaving a verse full and critical cause i'm an invincible lyrical criminal super up'd villain

And i be chopping it up wit the rhythm holding the title of a killa gorilla

Born in the wild steppin and wreckin any village; chopzilla

Go getta in the middle of any season ta deepen the reason of a breathin

Demon beating the weaken; seeking the dream eating the beats to pieces

I'ma bad mother chopper dropping the heat and don’t ever call me a dreamer cause

This nigga dont believe in sleep

When most be day dreamin believin on what they thank, i be grinding and defining how i eat by murdering 16's

And I'm wit a team of some beast teethin lookin for some blood and they call me that mizury and I'ma little bit mizunderstood

And i don't give a damn ill throw a temper tantrum; chucky of the rap game when i put my chucky on

I'm tested with the best ta wreck ta rest that’s left when taken their breath from they chest when the Midwest chants progress

Making you possessed when spitting venom and the rhythm compress like i'm a snake striking my prey looking for who’s next

Well catch a case when the makin the AK mix wit the base so don’t thank we ca-nt; we’ll fill a page and define slaughter

I treat beats like enemies when I'm bringin the misery and properly murder a verse like a real underground chopper

Tech N9ne decided we to grimey for the world wide wit our fire so he hired a rap god over real monsters

Cuz when it comes to this quick shit; our tongue spits in tongues bitch cuz will lyrically paint a picture like an author

I load 'em up when i be unloadin' a clip and demolish shit; my targets ain't hard ta miss when i be equipped wit these lips

I take part in hip-hop anonymous stomping like a hippopotamus being confident shaking and breaking ya beds ta wake you up bitch

[Verse 9: Kohn]

Check out the method cause nobody could ever see in the fire

Spitting when I deliver I make it seamless

Call it dark and sick, nobody will compete and the reason for that is I'm attacking and I'mma spit it like a genius

Packing it up get up and go, Undaground Chopping keep it, then I had to let 'em know

Mind racing you know exactly what I'm saying

Cause I'm coming up out the rubble and they know that I'm not playing

Spazzing, on and off the track cause I've been having a bunch of flashbacks

And then it felt like I was slacking

But now I'm finna take it worldwide for my home, PHI all the way up to the BI, shut it down

When I'm stepping in technically better than veterans

Tactical method leaving 'em severed and dead again

But I'm thinking of breaking the game down, and pumping it with great sound

Because there is a lot of motherfuckers that I hate now

Drop a nigga head down, murder weapon isn't present

I just got a call from the president and he said to keep

Killing it with the verses and wrecking 'em

So I had to take out all the people defending 'em

(breath)

They would tell me "Try the label", leave 'em spinning like a dreidel

I'm not the one that you wanna get into it with

We got Eddie and my nigga Bliss

Leaving 'em dead in the ditch

Hitting my phone, ready to go

With just the flick of the wrist

Hacking a pack of the rappers with the fast gat, wooh

Pull up on 'em and I got 'em cracking like a bad back

Spaz rap, my flow, you ain't even half that

Had to cut 'em off because they only wanna follow where the cash at

Fraction, cut it like a record for the record I get solely independent, repping a record label with creative freedom

Lyrically nobody has a dead capacity or capability to beat 'em, it's Kohn

[Verse 10: JL of B Hood]

Concluded, it was better for me to stay secluded

What it takes to do it, gotta be the killer included

Polluted 'em with fury, the realer people are stupid

They potent to be diluted, I pull up and getting to it

Dynamic, I send a mendable pendant pushing the envelope

They pull and talk get in yo face trying pretend that they gon'

Play you on the daily but really not within them

They not accountable criminal on a different note

Niggas extraordinary, general we assembling

We deeper, we chopping, we take the top and we come and get 'em we gon' dominate them

You duck, keep 'em on the minimal

Confiscate the crown and the crowd has spread the ten of them

Me and my headers hit the scene to show you the pinnacle

Hit the weed, I'm everywhere man it's making me miserable

I gradually gradutated to the roll of the general

Criminal agitated with you hoe individuals

Now somebody about to get it cause I'm in the mood

Thickest niggas come and go you know I don't move

Watch 'em keep watching my plans we got different views

And I gotta keep washing my hands like I'm fixing food

Fictional fools sipping the old news

Sipping the pro-2's laying shit at your whole crews

Spitting the flows, true from the critics and nobles

When I'm in murder mode, I got a couple of go-to's

Let it go just get up off of my ballsack

Get to chopping going over the top of your ball cap

Pulling like it was on and again fall back

Don't nobody know what it is, they never knew what to call that

Chain reacts that brain making 'em all scat

Shaking up the cover, there's something more when ya'll rap

Blink up a match then I get to buzzing what ya'll lack

Break up a happy homie cause your lady just saw that

[Verse 11: Crucified]

Look around, there’s somebody keeping a keeper breaking apart

Until they believe we’re coming and bringing a beat that we watching 'em

Showing and shoving to up onto the balls, we’re coming to hurt, and I be making a fucker start breaking and stuttering

Couldn’t believe they’re following thinking “I’m sicker breaking

The bottom, fucking the liberal, look at him target it, look at him ducking it

Making it a pick it up and getting him poignant” Toppin the clip and I’m coming yo get 'em get whatever and I’m getting the time and I’m packing it all

And I’m Making it over when I’m making it blow and I’m making it part of me

Smoking it by the jumbo giving the fuckers, I’m bringing 'em all so I can

They gotta get down when I’m bringing 'em over, breaking that summer, breaking them over

Making it crumble, breaking the coma, making it wickeder, making a massacre

Making a vision, making him passing it till I’m tripping it up with the phone

I don’t give it, anybody I’m sicker and I’ll be picking it up

But I’ll be taking the pick and then making a bottle and not giving a fuck, I’m shaking a bottle

We making 'em piss and I’m making it, how do we be in the bucket and making it

Gotta be back on the mic and I’m making a packet, I'm chopping 'em up when I'm making the slaughterings

I’d consider being the blacker making it probable and giving a syllable

Breaking 'em over and taking the loss and we’re taking 'em over, they could not be from them, we’re fucking 'em over

They bringing 'em over, then come in chopping, breaking the possible burning in, making it

Making 'em taking a busting and making 'em holler, making 'em pick it, making 'em

Pick it, picking it cause I’m coming to hit 'em, sicker than when I come up and was

Hitting up in them, but I thought it wasn’t you, hope that we’re popping the

Clip when I get up, and you cannot believe that we’re making the ritual

If I attack then you will be a ghost, spitting my wrath that’ll eat at your soul

And you’re paying the price that’ll equal the most, then you cherish your life

'Cause we beat you with poles, and you thought I was nice, but I’m evil at hoes

See the bastards, they tried when they feel lethal blows, cause we asking the pipe and

I’m seeking some more

As he’s passing it like you were drinking some dough, he was not, he was unconscious, breathing was slow